Wounded Earth
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Wounds of my heart:
Terror, Caste, Creed, Religion and …
We are caged
Inside the mental mist and haze
Let us start a new phase.
Come, here in the garden of peace
Under the radiance of Love
Make space in the heart
Accommodate; humanity,
Be in ease and please the Lord
By pleasing His creation
I am bleeding
Through my ears and eyes
Earth is losing her weight
Oh! the wound of the earth
Who will care her wounds?
Lest we suffer with the suicide of planets
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