Mother's Plaint

MOTHER’S PLAINT Smoke pipes are sprouting Far and wide like iron saplings Spiking through her tender flesh Piles of brick cement and stone Invading her entrails, en masse Building edifices for fancy contraptions Of obsessive human endeavor to eclipse His holy creation with mundane contrivance The gullible victim, poor Mother Earth She whined and wailed in pain Implored the eminent Unknown What happened to thy covenants? My Lord! That I shall bear thy seeds in my womb Hatch them into herbs, shrubs and trees Wear their greens as my attire And adorn their flowers and fruits as embellishments Let the Orioles and Nightingales to stage Euphonious concerts on the radiating boughs Allow pretty bunnies and sweet little squirrels Trench and tickle my lush loam Was this not what thou devised and yearned? A wholesome world of content That caters to every need of every living soul Unto their want and arrant fulfillment But….what are these wicked contortions? Have you…..My God conspired with thine own image? To destroy thine own comeliest oeuvre To trough and trickle venomous straits Straight into ever loving heart When in distraught we all sought thy succor But, when thou mulct us for no fault Whom shalt we beseech for comfort? Sathya….