Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Poem: Mother's Wrath



Oh! Egotistic, brutal creature
Will you ever return my green saplings
who faced your tyranny and torture
and those, which were killed?

Or should I call it a sacrifice 
on which your tears are forging 
behind the concrete pillars and edifice 
and in our souvenir, the graves you build.

You squandered all my waters,
 
choked the pure with chemicals and cadavers 
and now you rely on these self-made gutters.
How can you be proud of your guild?

Smoked toxicants through gigantic canals,
Pierced my lungs and left me unfit for breathing
I say, cure the reeks from those pipes and funnels
And count for me, the countless holes you drilled.

Or should I call it a war 
and awaken another cataclysmic uproar,
which the raging earth and furious seas shall avenge
for the man-made void, too costly to be filled.   

Oh! Egotistic, brutal creature
Will you ever return my green saplings?


Written Under 'The Nine Flavors'
Flavor: Anger/fury (Raudra Rasa)

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-Ashish

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