Sheetal Ashpalia
They call me ‘Vayu’
The wind beneath the wings,
Each breath you take,
Is my gift, make no mistake.
And yet, you forget,
To show me some respect,
Covering me in smog and smoke,
While you and I both choke.
They call me ‘Agni’
The fire in the belly,
Without me, no prayer is complete,
An auspicious ritual, full of treats.
And yet, I am misused,
To burn innocents alive in the woods,
The mute spectators run hither thither,
To save their lives, in cruel weather.
They call me ‘Jal’
The watery blue mass you see,
I am the elixir of life,
For each drop, oh how you strife!
And yet, into me,
Filth is daily dumped,
I splutter to spit it all out,
Your garbage, no doubt.
Together we are a part of Mother Earth,
Who’s wrath you have now invoked,
Like caged animals you sit,
While nature’s beings roam freely on streets lit.
Remember you will get a second chance,
If only, you give up your old ways to change.
We will continue to work in harmony,
A peaceful coexistence again for eternity.
Pic credit: Louis Maniquet at unsplash.com
Ah! Nature is bliss but we humans turn it into filth. Shame on us! Loved this poem of yours on mother nature💚💚
How beautifully you’ve drawn the contrast between the real purpose of nature’s blessings and how humans have been exploiting them. A much-needed piece of poetry.