Mutely weeps mother earth;
Her sobs heave as a silent melody;
Her anguish fills the air with grief.
Mother’s heartache turns into clouds;
They pour down as rain drops
Nourishing her children with breath and nectar
Alas! she is getting de-robbed by her own children;
Birds fly away chanting ‘ma-nishada’;
Still she feeds them from her bossom of mountains
And rocks them in lulluby
At last....
In deepest of agony
She robs...
"Dear ones, not a drop of milk left
In my breat to feed you;
You have polluted, poisoned everything
Even the last drop of my tears".
