The Real Concern

A hand full of earth, the precious wealth Where life finds its own breath Where roots takes its own breath The little seedlings sucks the breast milk The motherly affection earth gives Saving the earth a human concern Polluting the earth, human intervenes Gone are the days of committed farmers Who were giving proper respect and concern To this vast space of earth the life system Everything changes, but earth must survive There we should allow the followers to live By farming, making dwelling homes everywhere Like little baby plays of mud huts making.