Some Reposts Dedicated To The Earth Day--2

1 Earth This bit of Earth that we live upon A bit of the above sun-borne Whence lightning thunders explode and warn The fall of rains to flow in floods to scorn Then in silence green and amber to flourish upon.. This bit of Earth that we live upon Of all religions and rituals homes've where grown Upon whose hope peace is in sown On which flora is to thick blossom prone Whereto the faunae rush to dwell upon This bit of Earth that we live upon Moulded of water and mud alone Then baked in wind by fire alone Filled with vales and craters of nature alone Armageddon on netherland where we're still upon ------------------------- 2 Thamiraparani On the bank of Thamiraparani Once an aesthetic later inaesthetic Deep in a picturesque water- memory Replenish myself very much thoughtful Gazing at the historic sylvan spate of Porunai Born to the grand governess Podhikai Traversing along a Tamil culture affluent, pristine Asking but presently 'paint me picturesque' Arid the river the aesthetic crumbles down A sharp chip rocky hurts my sole(soul) to weep I realise standing amid stained Tamiraparani Rubbish ecology ruing.. Only a scenic taste can govern Purge, lustrate, resume the water flow Thamiraparani pleads 'Please, paint me picturesque' ------------------------ 3 Kanyakumari 'A confluence of body, mind and soul At the confluence of the sister-seas Who, the 'ladies-in-waiting' with the virgin Goddess Abide calm, patient, tranquil with sobriety Along a stretch of uncooked nature of a feed Awaiting the pinky blush of the sun In reawakened circles With eye-bewitching dips in briny azury breeze.. ' The body, mind and soul anxious Awaiting the celestial matrimony The Lord and the Lordess to conjoin In mere dreams of yonder bliss.. Eventuate will it Ere the Lordess too, flung Into the cluttered up stretch of a mortal method And the sister-seas cursing in more havoc? ---------------------------- 4 Noise Pollution 1 The scientific efficacy is noisily murdering Unlike enlivening The olden household's hushy sibilance The olden street children's play-scream The olden vendors' musical sale-phonetics The olden bullock-cart's running rhythm The cart-man's 'hi hi The jhatka's galloping trots Of and on a cow's 'ammaaaah' Dawn and dusk the cattle's dusty grazing treads The rooster's cackle', the crow's' caw-caw' Squeak, screech of chirping birds Headed high by white collared eagles The coherently, agreeably hissing breeze Etcetera, etcetera all olden All in melodious harmony neatly audible With the evincing spherical silence Today.. Everything deafening, deadening Two, three, four and more wheeled wheeling Small, big, bigger motoring Up and down on earth thundering Sounding smoky machinery nauseating Multicoloured noisy stink Murdering, murdering, murdering Indira Renganathan ------------------------------------ 5 Noise Pollution 2 Friend, something is wacky I mean speculating on petrol-diesel fray.. Three, four, and more wheels on noisy dusty dirt Whizzing, chasing, horning nonstop Let a day even twenty eight hours Up and down, sky and land Accompanied by microphones' summit Publicly broadcasted through cinematic loudspeakers Befriending piously the pantheons On its way the homely televisions, transistors Loud, louder and at the loudest Dispersed decibels refusing to kiss the tympanum... Friend, do you hear me? No..? No..? Ho, that's the deadly heart-throbbing noise-pollution ---------------- 6 Soil Service Inspirit to up so fond Fetch down that godly wand Wave and wave so grand Ring out well the cluttered mind Over again, again wave the wand Ring in afresh a soil a land Set in liquid and gas to bind Pattern dark and red well tilled Sandy, loamy, yellow coloured Grey, brown, black spread Hill and river and wood Up and down, side to side Over again wave the wand Vegetation and crops all to blend Over again make rain-falls thundered Forests and fields be pulsated Again, again the waving wand Volcanoes and oceans be befriended And righteous human be ever good Geology, ecology reckoned and regarded Again, again the waving wand Food shelter clothe ever offered Sylvan scene of prolificacy splendid Stealthy, healthy life humanized Again, again the magic wand Not to wave but to hide In the heart of the alert mind A promise to conserve all that found Again, again the promise be continued For the soil a sacred servitude Failed if one and all to mind Impaired soil chucks the wand vanished