By Sanchita Dhananjai Mishra
That gorgeous mother
Who held us all in her womb
Constantly being scraped.
Pity us! It's we who owe
Her loss and state and all eternal woes.
We usurped her beauty,
Strangled her breath,
Rose as a vamp
Shunning our guilt, escalating her cramps.
''Alas, mum's being scarred!
Every dusk and dawn
But we the children
Let her suffer the worse.
Why do we give the 'love',
That she never wants
Whose form is impure,
And savour is flawed
She expects none but accepts all.
That gorgeous mother
Now sets her eyes on a trawl.
When she acts stern,
All tumbles and run.
Upright whole spins upside-down
No supper, no drink, no sleep or rest
When she raises the brawl
Mere scene gets worse.
There comes a time to bear her curse
Now she deals it her way
Once who fed our appetite,
Served the nectar to quench our thirst,
Gave us home, her comfort and warmth
Today in fury, us she slay.
That gorgeous mother
Turning into a grotesque figure
Once pretty, now petrifying
Once caring, now cruel
Mother wants to teach us a lesson
Where she makes one flood,
And other bleak
There she puts another under blaze,
And many to quakes.
She knows the art
Of correcting her sprogs.
The punishment she device,
The trap she lays
Girdles us from all around.
This is when indifference overtakes her compassion,
And that creator
Turns into a destroyer.
''Oh, the clock
Is now set for our harvest,
We only reap the grain
That once we planted.
But do we realise her aches
Or forget it for ours?
Did we earnestly loved her
Or was it all a gamble?
If it was even a bit real
Why then we always failed as a child?
We have all the time
To accuse her motherly being
But none to introspect.
Yet she keeps giving us chance after chance,
And we keep embarrassing her each time.
Now its enough!
We should watch our doings
Being her beloved
Should serve and embrace her or else,
She knows it well to prove her worth
That gorgeous, very gorgeous ''mother earth''.