Mother Gaia

By Eileen S.B.


From peeping eyeballs of mine, I maunder all 

over to unearth my urchins.

From my bod, every whippersnapper

of this orb procured  bread

From my blood, every teenybopper

 of this blue marble abtained Adam’s ale.


As a progenitor, I fostered them

underneath my pinion.

As a predecessor, I shielded them

 up and down of seasons.

Although they scratched my unrestricted and

uninjured body, How much can I endure?


My little ones took advantage of

my generosity and forgiveness.

My little angels blasted me for

maundering cataclysm and calamities.

My little dolls, which mother can swallow her own babies

mourning and blubber. Why am I persecuted like this?


Wide adventures and exploration of space can familiarize

wild separate creation from later galaxy.

Why my heart trembles for that generation

who will identify a door to abscond me?


Who can be so opportunistic like my little ones 

without gratitude and loyalty?  


Your own mate chooses an outshined one and

displaced you, How much agony will it be?

Your living sphere I am, not an use and throw product

darlings, why are you so narrowminded?

Your love can restore your mother my beloved,

depart from me after my life ends; Until then stay by my side.

This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia' 

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