By Aarush Deora
These sunkissed rivers, these infinite mountains
these skies overhead bearing witness to eternity
Those valleys written in songs
Those birds dipped in moonlight
Those mornings with nimble feet
Those nights with unending sleet
What of them?
Who themselves do not breathe
Yet with each breath we take
They too sigh in relief
Are those landscapes a mere painting on the wall?
Those towering trees only meant to fall?
Those mornings just to be caged in coffee mugs?
Those sultry nights to be put to sleep with drugs?
When did protecting earth become a 5-year plan?
Since when did nature become a weekend getaway?
If the cities never sleep,
(The factories keep churning out venom
The skies deafened with our collective din
The rivers still screaming for breath
The groundwater running for cover),
And our illimitable greed keeps
Scrounging for whatever glory it seeks
Soon then all cities must sleep
All street solemn in their darkness
For no bird shall sing
And an impenetrable quite will descend
As mother earth finally calls it quits
On her rotten children
and their little charade.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia'
Nice!
Excellent
Beautifully written
The transition from the present scenario to the future is beautiful written!
Glaring expression of truth. Wonderfully written
Just amazing
Beautifully penned.