Bleeding trees;
Etched three.
Waving oceans;
Endemic with pollutes.
This sphere-support;
Raided of its nutrients.
This troubles Mother.
Why cause me pain, son?
Taking away my character will kill you, dead!
You may be higher but we are equal,
Dependent one another for existence.
Man. Animals. Plants. Land. Fluid.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia'
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