Treachery

I fear the cage
With bars of desires spake the sage
For the soul lies thirsty
In the shadows of gloom shivering
The trust in distant treacherous light flicker the air crusty
Banished is hope to the underworld quivering
Day by day is the tiara of defeat burning deeper
Hear her do we in the wail of storms
Drenched are we in relentless shower
As streams of tear run down mines and chromes
Subdued is the mighty will of spirit under naïve power
For her youngest son has plunged deep the sword
Scaring her, chiseling her in the unknown greed
Silencing the melodious breeze under gothic chords
Oh man! She is your mother undo your deed
The source of demystifying life and your birth
In her bosom is eternal bliss and love
For she is Mother Earth

                                                                                                               - Anant Deshwal

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