I look around with fascination
So heart warming to see
Mother Earth Holds my being
In her warm affectionate hands
A blanket of Soft wooly clouds
zephyr sways trees
Birds sing a lullaby
As I rest in the cool breeze
Rivers flow down the mountain
To quench my thirst
But do I feel My mother’s hurt
Silently she weeps
As the monsters sweep
Her beautiful creation
buried down so deep
Pray my dear fellow beings
Mother’s hand are wrinkled and worn
Consequence of your misdoings
Wake up to a new dawn
Let there be fresh dew and a green lawn
Mother’s hands need a soothing balm
Let us make her peaceful and calm
– Pradnya Surve
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