Poem By Bhaswat Chakraborty
Holding the seas, boasting the mountains
You invaded the sky with grace and glory
Tolerating the wild, keeping all terrains
Mother earth, what is your story?
The brutes, the beasts tear you apart
You smile and watch in quiet silence
They quarry, they blast your tender heart
Whence do you find (such) abiding patience?
You mentor the growth of all of life
Alike – gentle or rough, feral or tame
You nurture the seed, you foster the strife
You devour the dirty, you support the lame
You secure the weak – compassion’s allegory
Tell me mother Earth, what is your story?
Mother, do you cry for the modern man?
You precocious yet short sighted child
Developments of all sorts he would plan
At any obstacle, he is riled
Blind sighted, he’s ruined your balance
But he would deny that in legal parlance
His liberalism hides his greed so well
At any hint of guilt, he’d yell
Mother, you protect him too, and his factory
Tell us dear, tell us your story
Mother Earth, tell us your story
Of your love and of also your fury!