ANGUISH OF MOTHER EARTH
You stood erect one day
On hind- legs – how I was gay!
Movement of your forelegs
Such ease and freedom!
but this, this unbridled freedom
what did it portend?
Unfounded fear!
Is it not a mother’s obsession to worry
for nothing for the sake of her children?
Where is the Garden of Eden I have gifted to you?
Mesopotamia is now a desert;
Mirages giggle along the torrid sands of River Vaigai;
Fratricidal blood, my plains are aflame.
And, your hands move freely,
The very sight now I hate.
The emperor of the sky, your Father
Whose effulgence is electrified with
Millions of sperms of Gayatri.
Even the womb of the Fire
Such a consuming heat can’t bear.
My signs of anguish had woven
an invisible screen of beads
wrought by forging each atom
of bubbling, floating and bursting,
that shields you from the fury of your father.
Your free hands whet greed,
You emit fumes of arrogance
that disturbs the equilibrium
of the unsteady combination of the Trinity
and tear holes in the shielding transparency.
Lads, I pray,
Please stop it
before the opening of the flood- gate
Of total annihilation!
(Image: A mask in silver clay depicting greed. Source: Wikimedia)