The Wandering Cloud I See

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                                                                     ...

As kids I would often fight with my brother over the topic: Who was the favorite of our mother? It sounds kiddish, Now I would often pass those thoughts off laughing.  However the other day while I was walking down the memory lane and there were a few thoughts about conservation bouncing about in my head, the question struck me all over again...   The same question over which I fought with my brother. The same question that made me laugh and pass it off as kids passing obsession. The same question this time struck me with a force greater than that of a lighting bolt!    We humans are doing the same... We have taken the same question to a whole new level and dimension. Is it some weird obsession or some fanatic behavior.  Since ancient times we have considered Earth as our Mother. However we soon became fixated at the thought: Mother loves us (humans) more than her other children and hence her gifts are only for us and not for anyone else....

My Mother I read pre-history and see earth that was there, I see images of the beauty, I see life. Mighty roar to chirping birds inflight laughter, love and eternal glow of smile I see present, I see the shadow of the past, dark clouds of human ignorance the darkness of the rigid belief forests being cut, animals being killed greed and hunger pain and suffering to reside scared am I scared am I for the future of earth and life... In her I do reside, Earth- My Mother-My life.                                                                                 ...