A SON'S PRY; A MOTHER'S CRY

"What makes you, O mother!
What makes you! What makes you shower
This wrath, this horror, this doom!
What makes you curse,
We humans that you nurse.

In all corners, people are dying.
For their loved and dead, others crying.
In despair, in disbelief we are,
Why on us, you are showing this hate!
Hated by you what shall be our fate!

Named 'El Nino' last year,
You left many with fear.
By killing thousand and thousands,
With your sword's swipe,
How many villages you did wipe!

On us, another mighty blow.
You threw, a few month's ago.
And twenty a thousand were buried alive,
In Turkey by a quake,
When the Earth and heavens did break!

And now on the Orissa shore,
Why are you sounding a roar!
Can't you O mother hear?
Your children's screams when drowning,
When in your bosom, we are dying!

Why, O mother do mountains rise,
and burn us alive, till our demise.
Mercy, mercy on us Mother!
We may bear, not occurring a dawn,
But not your hatred filled fawn!"

[Listening to this child's cry,
Mother Nature, gives this reply]

"Is this all, you understood of me?
Is not my love, all meant for thee!
My child, as a mother I cry,
When I see the deeds man does render,
How to passion and money, he does surrender.

Those clouds, my eyes when they get sore,
My unstoppable tears, as a downpour,
Flow and drown many a life!
The gusts of air that fly,
Are my heart's pain filled sigh!

For them, I make not a tomb,
But ignorantly they kick on my womb!
And the break in my heart makes the earth to quake.
And lava, the blood I bleed, as a child
Bites my nipples when he gets wild!"

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Mother nature does love and give,
For us her children, forever to live.
Enough she gives to eat, to wear, and to dwell.
Enough she gives for man's need,
But bleeds in pain, on seeing man's greed!!

PS: In memory of the thousands that lost their lives in the Orissa cyclone.