CONTENTS

1. Indeterminate - Ashoke Viswanathan

2. No Heaven - Joie Bose
3. Alchemy - Devdan Chaudhuri
4. Mummified...- Saira Shah Halim
5. Under the Banyan Shade - Ananya Chatterjee
6. Musings from My Soul - Ruchhita Kazaria
7. Earth, a Nympho in Heat - Arthur Cardozo
8. Autumn Ending - Anjana Basu
9. Shoot a Green Arrow Far Away - A.V. Koshy
10. A Song on Earths Lips - Dr. Santosh Bakaya
11. Respite - Reena Prasad
12. Mother Earth -A Plea - Lopa Banerjee
13. The Lone Ranger - Chitrak Mitra Nandi
14. Whisper of Nature - Santasree Chadhuri
15. Red Earth - Gopal Lahiri
16. Wake - Michele Baron
17. The Unparliamentary Paradox - Nivedita Dey
18. Matricide - Amrita Das Gupta
19. Prayer to Mother - Moinak Dutta
20. Yearnings! - Subhojoy Ghosh
21. Spring s the Season - Pramila Khadun
22. Mother Earth - Steve Evans
23. Watching Wings - Sunayna Pal
24. Here Was Earth - Ipsita Ganguli
25. She, the Mother Earth - Pragati Gupta
26. Reflections on Earth - Chandra Vikash
27. To the Woods I Shall Return - Sana Mohammed
28. Redemption - Chumki Sharma
29. Dear Mother Earth - Pratima Apte
30. Earths Song - Vicky Carias Goodall
31. Natures Paradise - Christena A.V. Williams
32. One Way - Debanjan Chatterjee
33. Burning Womb - Arpan Ghosh
34. Earth - Manikuntala Dasgupta
35. Why Earth Day? - Anindita Bose
36. The Encounter - Caroline Nazareno
37. Rain - Niladri Mahajan
38. Mother Tortured - Manish Agarwal
39. Stealing Away from the World - Rahul Mall
40. Where the Hearts Breathe...- Sushmita Bhattacharjee
41. No More Myself - Shreyatama Datta
42. Treasure of Earth - Sana Rahman
43. A Beseech from Earth...- Kinshuk Gupta Vitaan
44. Earth Bound - Geethatmaa
45. The Black Earth - Yash Chirimar
46. Earth a Rebel - Avik Chokhani

47. Save the Earth - Dighvij Chirimar

48. Veil in Green - Anusree Ganguly
49. War of the Future - Shalini Samuel
50. Mother Metamorphosised - Neha
51. Mother - Sana Rose
52. I, the Unlucky Lover of Florida - Rimly Das
53. Pour - Mohammed
54. Mother Earth Cries - Debasish Mishra
55. Ode to the Planet - Samrat Dey
56. The Ghost of the Dried Leaves - Swastisha Mukherjee
57. The Earth Is Calling...- Voymi Malik
58. Dawn Chorus - Lynn White
59. How I Cannot Write about You - Jisha Viswanathan
60. Abandoned Woods - Rahul Ahuja
61. Chopped Down Trees, Filled Up Ponds... Built Mansion - Dibyendu Sarkar
62. Happy Earth Day - Aritrik Dutta Chowdhury
63. Eden - Atulona Datta
64. Fireflies - Nabanita Mallick
65. Boy in a Bore-Hole - L. Sr. Prasad
66. A Suppliant Earth - Vaishna Biswas
67. My Nature Is Like Earth Crust - Saurabh Goel
68. Drying Palette - Mallika Bhaumik
69. Earth Day - Sreemathi Ravi
70. Emerald - Supravat Guha
71. The End Is Near - Dipanjan Maiti
72. The Tree Whisperer - Rita Bhattacharjee
73. Trespasses - Vijay Nair
74. Unsung - Saheli Mitra
75. Man vs. Mango - Indrajit Rai
76. Green Earth - Gauri Dixit
77. And She Took Away from My Hands - Sunita Jugran
78. An Elliptical Orbit - Shyam
79. Shame - Deeya Dey Bhattacharya
80. Past - Ritamvara Bhattacharya
81. Hand in Hand - Manghat Ravindran
82. Surviving River - Neelam Dadhwal
83. Magic Sunris e- Bhaskar Pitla
84. Leaf for Life - Rajdeep Chowdhury
85. Mother Earth - Swati Chandra
86. The Eye of the Mountain - Rit Chattapadhaya
87. Nature - Sohini Ghosh
88. Earth Day - Stacy Savage
89. A Prayer for Mother Earth - Swarnapriya Thakur
90. This Moving Uproar - Anupriya Chatterjee
91. Every Permutation Is Connected - Mark Heathcote
92. Save Me! - Moumita Dasgupta
93. The Wait...- Bidisha Chandra
94. Mother Earth Weeps - Elizabeth Kuriakose
95. Twenty Four Hours for Her - Aakash Sagar Chouhan
96. Save Trees - Tapeshwar Prasad
97. I Love My Earth - Mou Majumdar Sarkar

98. Retreat- Rahul Dey

99. Save Plants, Save Humanity - Fatima Afshan
100. Still Photography - Zeenath Ibrahim
101. The Sun Was Dark - Arnab Banerjee
102. Apocalypse - Arish Dhawan
103. Hallowed Earth - Lily Swarn
104. My Ailing Mother - Megha Sumant Sharma
105. Wake Up - Guy Canale
106. Massacre of Dreams - Ramyesh Chaand
107. Beautiful Universe - Sha Azam Siddiqui
108. Happy Were the Days - Prantik Mitra

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Indeterminate
Beyond the semi-dry rivulet,
Amidst the faint echoes of longing;
It is we who survive - two of us.
There are some trees here: both majestic.
But who are we? Are we human? God!
I know we exist but nothing more.
Perhaps we have been reborn to die
At our own hands; repent for damage.
All the while, a lovely creeper sighs:
Touching the ionosphere gently
With its resonant wishes and cries.
But who are we? We are humans, yes.
But dispossessed Ku I
But dispossessed of all the virtues.

Ashoke Viswanathan

No Heaven

I
I don't see life, there
In those trees
Or houses.
Nothingness prevails,
And the fog descends.
They don't see me.
I don't exisit,
They don't exist.
It's cold, it's silent
I have no reason
To say it's heaven.

II
I had seen Hope perched on a tree. She flew off when they took it down. She came back and
perched again, on my shoulder now. I whispered to her a promise. A seed. Another new name.
We smiled for a portrait. The artist did us, in green. He had seen Hope perched on me.

Joie Bose

Alchemy

When the evening mist rises from the valley, the green forests of the cold mountains dissolve
within the clouds of vapours, whose moist essence fill the forests and lull the trees to sleep.
While the trees fold back in the mist as hazy shadows, they speak with each other in the
language of touch, through the tangled web of roots which clasp each other like eternal
lovers, within the deep bosom of earth.
Their feelings for each other seep into the forest floors as sweet fragrances, which heal and
nourish the soul of the living.
The song of the forest rises with the night to embrace the old stars; and the sleeping birds rest
their wings, on the branches of their dreams.

II
It is the farcical arrogance of mankind to think that we can save our planet. Our planet needs
no saving; it has existed without us in the past, and will exist without us in the future. Nature

is what nurtures us; we are her dependents. We will have to heal and save ourselves, by
saving our natural environments.
Ancient laws govern the life on our planet, which were not made by man. We are a force of
disruption in this ancient rhythm; history has shown that we had to pay a price. Civilizations
fell when the rivers changed their courses and the great cities of the antiquities became ruins
when the limitless exploitation of environment disrupted the natural balance of life. What fell
is not nature, but man.
This will happen again. Nature will take over our abandoned cities, roots will embrace our
glass buildings, moss will grow on the carcasses of our machinery, the sea will rise to sink
our coastal lands, and bull sharks will swim in the high streets of our shopping districts.
We cannot save our planet but only allow the planet to save us by not disrupting the natural
balance.
We will have to heal our environments with the elements of nature. Otherwise, man will fall,
and nature will take over.
We must remember what the birds know: life depends upon the breathing of trees; the ancient
alchemy of wind, earth, fire and water.

Devdan Chaudhuri

Mummified...
Mummified... stupefied... horrified... arms flaying asking for help... infants cradled on their
Mothers bosom...
Suckling to survive, still oblivious to natures crime... tourists lost... trekkers absorbed into
natures open womb... sucking in
Peasants... farmers... truckers... trekkers... infants... women...animals

Choppers flying above in frenzy...the human toll reached five thousand yesterday...too afraid
to keep the tab today... Gods fury or no God at all?
Questioning... seeking...praying... let this pass once... but to let go of loss??!!... there were no
warning bells given... no natures alarm clock... death was knocking so close... yet we were in
slumber caught...
Now help please... its a plea... NGOs...
Corporates... individuals come forth!!

Saira Shah Halim

Under the Banyan Shade

We had been kissing

Under the banyan shade
Fondling a broken twig
Between your restless fingers,
With lazy eyed languor, you asked
Wonder if this tree could speak
What would it have to share..
I touched every letter
Knifed on the aging trunk.
Glanced at the swaying shoots
All I could see was
Oscillating agony
All I could hear was
The burning cackle
Of nestless wings.
Wiping your memory
Off my lips, I said
If this banyan could speak

It would scream to death

Until we turned deaf...
But then maybe
It is already screaming.
Maybe
We're already deaf.

Ananya Chatterjee

Musings from My Soul

The Earth, 'Tis a mirror of sorts

Soaking what we exude,
No pregnant pause it offers
But a semi-colon; its prelude
The gate-keeper of humanity
It gives us all we need,

But its supplies turn frugal

When it senses the smell of greed
We lament, We need paper!
So its the axe and the tree
Needs or wants we dont classify
The vicious cycle, never getting free
Think then, for when we emote peace
The migratory birds abound
Lungs of the city; The greens
Where dainty butterflies surround
Wake up then, oh humanity!
Thy slumber is killing thee
Lets leave a little sunshine
Soak it dont sink this plea!

Ruchhita Kazaria

Earth, a Nympho in Heat

Like sheep we stand

Obeying the law
of the land
Gold we dig
Diamonds we sieve
silver we ware
Drilling deep
the orifices of the whore
we once called earth
She gives willingly
to the gluttony of
bandersnatch
that sow and reap
in rape
from deserts to capes
She rotates
She revolves
She never stops the
romance of seasons
and night falls
Orgasms are reached in
ploughing her deep
Smoking away her hues
Her colour her steep
She never is spent
Like a nympho in heat
And soon
another takes her neat
plastic sheathed
on the rocks
so beat
And she pleads
Through quakes
Through mighty shakes
Flooding tsunamis
And melting glaciers
Shifting tectonic plates
Help me!
Help me please!
I am earth
Your earth
Use me not
Just for mirth.

Arthur Brendon Cardozo

Autumn Ending

Silence on the river bank

The light withdrawing in slow reluctance
From the hills
That night it snowed
White sky blue sky
And then all at once the colours of a day
Autumn
Changing like a womans heart
Cold breath night
Moon shivering in the water
Two lovers taking different roads
The moon a torn fingernail
From her hand
Pointing away

Anjana Basu

Shoot a Green Arrow far away

Shoot a green arrow far away

Where it falls plant seeds with a green thumb
May green dung beetles help you to garden
and green lanterns light your way
Green too is, sometimes, the will o' the wisp
Earth, green place, none fairer

except for greed, man's master

My earth has no man on it
only me and Eve in green leaves & sheaves
before the fall and green apples
and growing green things & from green vineyards
green grapes & wine in cool green pitchers

A.V. Koshy

A Song on Earths Lips

I woke up, half dead, heavy my head

But the morning woke up green
Soft, its tread.
The blue immensity

Throbbing with a passionate intensity

Poured forth sublime music.
The ravenous flowers gorged on this passion
And burst open at the seams
Unfolding a kaleidoscope of dreams.
A new song was born on earths lips
A cuckoo swooped down to pick up
The notes of the song, passing them off as its own.
Into the blue beyond, in no time it had flown
The plagiarized notes hidden in its beak
Merrily winging away, more notes to seek.
A hibiscus opened its languorous eyes
Its lips puckered into a smile.
The trees gave a standing ovation
To the orchestra of birds
Trilling their euphoric ecstasy.
The sunflowers flaunting a dandified negligence
Beamed
And beamed
At this musical mirth on earth
My hands came together to applaud my rebirth.
The small birds prattled on, in tiny tweets
I lisped back and tattled to them
About the squirrels heart beats.

Dr Santosh Bakaya

Respite

Here I can talk to those

who hear me out
with unconditional serenity
My unspoken fears, unsaid words
and grouses illicit
The trees hold a truant breeze
and this rigid form, my restless spirit
The ocean listens, her heart rumbles
but she asks no questions of me
Warm sand, the grassy green
and tiny white flowers hold no grudges
against my clumsy feet
How long it has been
since I hugged someone
without wanting to be hugged back?
How long since I have listened to the wind
the birds, the ocean or any being
without fearing to bare this frail shack?
A breeze is all I am
caught in the trees of time
Let me pause a bit
hug this tall woody bit of Earth
Scoop up a little scent
Wet my tired feet
and feed my hungry spirit

Reena Prasad

Mother Earth: A Plea

You have seen my absurd chuckles
My coos and gurgles as I revolved
In your orbit, sunk in my mothers emaciated breasts.
Did you revolve with me, Mother Earth,
While the starlight gazed at flowery, full-endowed children?
While the full moon welcomed them with the whiffs of her spices?
Did your night sky melt when, at three,
My nimble fingers devoured by my parched mouth
Craved to count your bountiful stars,
My hungry body, resting in the littered city streets?
When I dreamt about floating in your placid shrine,
My eyes opened up to dry patches of dirt?
At seven or eight, I have peeked through the plastered walls
Of schools where the blue globe, staring at me like the harvest moon
Summoned me, the kohl-lined eyes of the teacher tracing its curves,
I never knew the Equator; the Mediterranean never ebbed and flowed
In my scarred, burnt out days. But even I knew how
The last drops of monsoon smelt,
Its juices ricocheting off my pockmarked face.
I am the earthen salt of the grimy, molten streets they trample every day.
At sixteen, even my frothy foam shimmers, dances in zigzag sunlight.
At the call of twilight, when mud and filth pops out of your blades of grass,
I paint you, Mother Earth; craft you with the folds of my stained palms.
The cosmos around, a commotion of rebuffing times.

Are you rattling, Mother Earth, staring at me, tossed aside

As I clutch at your slithered pieces? Do you, for once,
Look at my papery wrists, think you could have nourished me better?
See how my torrents still sing your songs,
See how our jagged edges shine as I drown within your crevices,
Threadbare, spiralling in my earthen wants.

Lopa Banerjee

The Lone Ranger

Thirsty under the sun
What will happen in the long run
Will it die, will it live
Will it survive
Whatever the hurdles maybe
It's not hopeless.
It's determined not to perish.
Determined to see a new life
A new beginning
And yet it sits on the wire
What did it desire?
It wanted water,
It wanted fish,
That is the kingfisher's wish.

Chitrak Mitra Nandi

Whisper of Nature
'O, autumn tree,
your silent whisper,
'O, blooming flowers,
Your crazy fragrance,
'O, lovely spring,
never ever leave,
summer is never romantic.
but the air turned cold around us,
an embrace of love,
the silent romance.
in full moon night,
flowing river,
a boat beyond,
a loving green earth,
re-emergence of TARA's energy,
rule of nature, nature's fury
floods, earthquake,
drought, the miserable history,
challenging question of impermanence theory,
Our mother Earth,
neglected, disrespected,
with visible choked rivers,
melting glaciers,
blind eye to the roof of the World
many promises,
but no ground action,
tall statements,
but pathetic outcome.

alliance or archive,
history will tell the
next generation.
destruction or admiration.
of human evolution!

Santasree Chaudhuri

Red Earth

Night is waiting for departure

Whispers still hanging on the moist leaves
The wrinkled face still springs a flashy surprise
Clouds still shaky; unbutton the buried secrets
Water birds with their harpoon like beak ready to lash out
There is nothing in life than flowers in bloom
Greying hair laments.
Fading slowly the waltzing stars
The rising sun in search of pleasing shades of colour
There is drama all around
And you want to curve out something
To save our planet.
As you know the nature hurt us back if ignored.
Ride on a wheel not moving
Scrub your memory with the red earth.
Long life rests on your prayers.

Gopal Lahiri

Wake
each day the earth awakes anew
effulgent in perfume of forest, field and waters,
embracing gravely the sons and daughters
who, for millennia, walked, and grew
their footsteps wandering everywhere,
untouched by grief, unknown by care
before too many calculating eyes
tore through the light, to find the dark
insatiable drives for much, and more,
while gentler hearts circled, like storm-tossed lark,
searching, where, once, peace had lived, before
though far removed, and vast, the skies
still paint magnificent the colors of the days,
star-lit glories gracing even the blackest of nights;
winds sweep strength toward the hearts
of those who heavenward raise
their hopes that all may share the start
of souls which shine again, no more to falter
in love for life, and for the earth, and all the daughters,
and the sons all nations and creation
to walk in peace no more apart
as close as when all life the first dawn knew.

Michele Baron

The Unparliamentary Paradox

Busy on Windows - Forgotten our window sills

There! All the potted green wilts
Under the annually growing glare of a fireball
Neighborhood ponds no more see
The floating face of useless algae
Or moss - No time to restore useless loss!
Mountains melt - never a fearful sight
Plastics mount to a mountainous height
And so does our arrogant indifference
Chernobylian Godzilla on our silver screen
Humble house lizards - almost extinct!
So what?? Good riddance to all such pests
How many dark nights have gone by
Since I last spotted a happy firefly?
Its absent wings a writing on our wall

Mangroves embracing the thinnest air

Man-graves playing Truth or Dare
And we say, Hell yes! Dare us more!
Woodpeckers gone - we drill in screws
In tree trunks - build concrete bunks
Yet never accept we screwed it up big time..!!
'Eff up' now a pet slang - it doesn't bother
Us who call our dear Planet our Mother
Pardon me another postmodern pet slang,
But by that logic haven't we all turned into a Mother- _______ ??

Nivedita Dey

Matricide
Hailed, our mother Halo's deep-sea blue,
Cloudy mane Brings her fame!
To nurture life Her employment.
Sunny spots, Rainy dots, Tattooed scapes;
Burnt up in flames. On her knees - begs for peace.
Ripped hemispheres, Flaming atmosphere, The reeking breeze, Her slaughtered greens.
Her children , beasts - On her destruction feasts.
Injurious paws, Need restricting laws.

A heart perhaps,
Aching beyond limiting maps.
No scratching claws, Or ravenous paws ,
A heart- pure cream - Can seize her screams.
A little brain, Brings less shame.
A throbbing heart The inhumanity shuts.
A child's first cry;
Existence it speaks.
The mother smiles - To have ushered in life.
The mother weeps, her sons evil pets.
Their failure creeps;
They glorify,
Life in mother's death!

Amrita Das Gupta

Prayer to Mother

If Thou hath provideth us all

With waters, air, fire and ice,
If Thou hath been the Origin of all lives,
Mother like, if Thou hath taken all the cares,
Of us, me and my members of family,

Sometimes, looking at You,

So revolving and rotating true,
Around the Sun, gaseous, Supreme,
So beautifully balanced, harmonious,
Taking a path Thine elliptical
How i just a mortal, try to find
Where we had faltered, where we did shine,
Ravages Thou hath faced many,
They only made You, perhaps Gloomy,
Thy Air, we the fools, how have made smoky,
Thy soil, how we have made filled with radioactive things,
Lead, cadmium, uranium, chemicals unhygienic,
How thy waters we treated with disregard,
O mother, how we, the cowards, only dug graves for us,
As i, like a child, oft, prayed for Health true,
As, like a believer, in Wordsworth, made poesy for you, mother,
Make us believe,
We, the cowards,
We, the meek,
We can restore every hurts,
To a come around,
No wounds upon You,
We would leave not healed,
O, GODDESS Artemis,
If Thou reflect symbolically,
Our greens, streams, rivers,
Oceans, deserts, icecaps,
Prithee,
You make a calm
To descend on us,
Children Thine,
so filled with ignorance.

Moinak Dutta

Yearnings!
I remember waking up to the
Gush of a heavy downpour
Running to the window
Often would I see
The streets waterlogged
Paperboats were such a legacy then
Even now
The rain falls
But the legacy long forlorn
Even now
The streets floods
But no more it enchants Its been years now
Lady You have started to ROT
For Here is no water only rock
The casuarina has long lost its habitat
And made way to a skyscraper
The nightingale it nested
No longer sings a song
That would wake me up from my slumber
Oh comrade
Many a times have I risen from my embers!!!

Subhojoy Ghosh

Spring Is the Season

Spring is the season

To be happy for no reason
For Spring gives you the 'joie de vivre.'
The eyes dance with emerald fire
Seeing the hibiscus bushes blooming
Among the green and whispering leaves.
While the cathedral bell strikes the hour,
Doves coo in the shade
Making love as gently as
The tide touches the shore.
Spring announces the days of warm desire,
While it offers silent salutation
Pregnant with peace,
Young and old couples kiss passionately
And make love
Filling the pine scented wood
With soft animal moans.
While lovers lie down
In front of a warm bonfire,
Burning with a smooth steady flame,
The jasmines opening in the dark,
The pomegranates splitting,
And the fishermen going for a night catch,
The mice and the owls searching
The paddy fields in the moonlight,
The moon blushes and hides
Her beautiful round face
Behind the clouds.
A dreamer utterly beyond capture,
Experiencing solitude,
In an almost existential condition,
Dismissing the world as a bag of nuts,
The poet goes where Spring is
Among a profusion of rose bushes
With a smile, a little mollified.

Far from the glittering world of flappers,

Fast cars and furs,
A world of comfort and cafe,
Ephemeral and fleeting,
With pressure and peril heaped
On all heavy shoulders,
He walks on earth
Carpeted with green grass.
The soft-scented hands of Spring
Touch him, caress him and hold him.
He hears the verses of the Ramayana,
Sees the temples of India,
Decorated with explicitly sacred images,
And while he sits cross-legged
Enjoying the sun on his face,
He feels like an explorer
In the brink of discovery.

Pramila Khadun

Mother Earth

Giver of sustenance
Bearer of life
Home Sweet Home

Steve Evans

Watching Wings
Cautious at every sound I make yet oblivious to me mostly,
She comes to meet me in the evening almost daily.
She makes me aware of herself, mostly by singing or talking,
I dont think she cant talk. I think it is I who dont understand
She grooms her feathers, takes a swig of water
Stays with me for a few precious minutes.
She doesnt waste time though.
Every move seems thought of and planned.
Sometimes, I think she lets me watch her.
She knows that I could learn a lesson or two in grace.
She amazes me, I could look at her for hours I guess.
She seems wiser than I thought she was.
The best part is that I can do bird watching from my kitchen window.

Sunayna Pal

Here Was Earth

Stark gray stares back
In a deep hollow.
Layers of dusty soot
Settle its eerie ashen roots.
Even as a skeletal woodpecker
Keeps pecking
In hope...
Hope freezes over
In chilly icebergs.
Icicles of vastness
Barren,
Flouted,
Numbed.
Lifeless. Even as
A great ball of fire
Blazes elsewhere,
Charring all and sundry,
Into ashen emptiness.
Once upon a time,
Flowers blossomed;
Birds chirped,
And the skies
Smiled mellow.

Here was Earth

Once upon a time;
Till it became a carcass~
An etching of negligent ignorance.

Ipsita Ganguli

She, the Mother Earth

Can we make her
a diva?... a celeb?.. a star?
decking her with all
the jewels and jaspers
found in obscurity,
minted in fertility,
hidden from an urban eye.
She's a bride, a mother,
soulful, pristine,
yearning for the times passed
ornated in green music, green light
Green be the colour
of the star, the celeb and the diva.
She, the eponymous mother,
She, the petrichor giver,
She, the silent sufferer.

Pragati Gupta

Reflections on Earth

Round the clock she works

To give us night and day
For her good health and well being
On this Earth Day we pray.
She is our Mother Earth
Giver of bounty and abundance
And of life full of joy and gaiety
In spirit and in substance.

As her children one and all

We humans need to reflect
How we have brought her to ruins
With our shameless greed and neglect.
Sunlight eclipsed by our ignorance
Intoxicated in hubris and imperious tales
The insatiable thirst of fossil fuel
Sucking her blood and eviscerating entrails.
We destroy her forests and damn her rivers
Dispossess the people and wildlife for mining
Disembowel and disarray her eco-systems
To keep our machines chiming and running.
Comforts and conveniences they create
Are too fragile and short-lived
Not worth the destruction they entail
To Mother Earth pained and aggrieved.
"When the last tree is cut down,
The last fish eaten and the last stream poisoned,
You will realize that you cannot eat money"
Timeless lessons from the virtuous and the seasoned.
"We don't inherit the planet from our forefathers"
As native and indigenous people say
"But we borrow it from our children"
A responsibility we can never keep at bay.
This is just a timely reminder
Not to belittle and berate
A call to action and redemption
Before it gets "too late".

Chandra Vikash

To the Woods I Shall Return

Far away from home
A bird listens to the Sky
And the Sky pours stories
On everything once green.
A frog leaps into a puddle
Longing for a pond
As souls jump into
The hearts of their beloved.
And the rains taught me
What dreams could not.
Only thirst can lead you to water
As life brings you to Earth.
And the bird flaps
Its wings no more.

Sana Mohammed

Redemption

Where you cleared the forest

off the summit, flattened the
hill with bulldozers, laid
shiny culverts, a sleek road
going nowhere for miles of
uncut grass, built the exact
same house row after row.
Yes, that place,
beyond the builders
insolvency and the
realtors tin shingles lies a
slope at the end of which
after every rain children float
paper boats and fill the air
with jubilant cries.
If redemption had a voice,
would it sound like this?
White of endless cotton
sway in the breeze,
Blood on the hawks talons.

Chumki Sharma

Dear Mother Earth

Dear Mother Earth,
forgiving and indulging me again and again
While I still stumble over the same stone, ad infinitum!
Now, I realise, I have hurt you badly, taken you for granted.
Let me turn over a new leaf.
Let me eat mindfully, to build a body to serve others,
To eat to live and not live to eat,
Lighter in weight am I, and food for everyone, none will starve,
I shall clean up my mess myself,
Not give other earthlings unnecessary stress!
Water the giver of life,
I shall use judiciously, so that none go thirsty.
I'll follow nature's laws, and not make unseasonal demands,
Bear with me, just a little,
Earthlings, each one fall in line,
Earth Mother she is of everyone, not only mine!

Pratima Apte

Earth's Song

I am the questioned after queen

Of the frosty Greens and Reservoirs
And of the sad, conniving waves
With its magical icicles.
I am the UnsungOf the Rainforests
Rocked in a play by Lightning and ThundersOf Prometheus spells.
I am the Lost Ship
Of the gusty Winds
Who sailed through my Soul
But can't even bear to synch ...I am the maker
Of Fools in the open
That engulf to crash
And mum my precious Liberties!

Vicky Carias Goodall

Natures Paradise

Rose petals
Beautys physique
Fragranced earth
Chirping birds
Footprints
Flowing trees
Fallen leaves
Warm breeze
Loving air
A gardens mystique
Disturb soil
Glorious sounds
Singing and praising
Quiet place
Feels like heaven
An angels presence
Looking up at the tree top
Birds, butterflies, ants
At night the owls hoot
A beautiful sight beyond the branches
The heavens open up
Sky blue
Clear
Clouds of many types
I feel at ease
When I sit and admire
Natures physique
And its mystique.

Christena AV Williams

One Way

What would the Earth be

Without seas
There wont be breeze
For love,
Shahid
We would freeze in arms
Bring back winds.

Debanjan Chatterjee

Burning Womb

When night falls

Curious fish eyes peep into the surface
To borrow some flowers of destruction
To warm the dead woman's womb
Curious they are
Asking questions
Why can't the mother give birth anymore?
"Hold your fire!" Cried a man
And Prometheus cursed his hand
We have sunk deep into
The grasp of the timeless sand

Arpan Ghosh

Earth

A serene blue that is not sorrow;

A velvet green that is not envy;
A golden monotony that bears life;
The blood flower that promised civilization;

Breathing beyond my burning pyre,

I dreamed.
I dreamed Earth.

Manikuntala Dasgupta

Why Earth Day...?

a day to celebrate
a day to remember
a day to understand
we are alive and we
belong to this Earth
a simple calculation
a simple truth
a simple reason
why we need to think:
its time to act
its time to react
its time to create
an environment for
ourselves and our own
posterity
the only song we need
to sing and dream is
let us be heroes,
let us be heroes for our
future days...
let us Plant Trees and

spread the bliss of happy

Earth days...

Anindita Bose

The Encounter

I encounter the penguins

Dancing to the landscapes of salsa and rumba
Giving my heart an ocean of natures best
I plea to the North Pole to send me icebergs
Sail my frozen feet to the majestic wonders of swaying leaves
Where all seasons open the windows of freshness
And falling waters from the carpet of rocky mountains
I sing with the robins, the quails and hummingbirds
As I lift my spirit to the trees and gardens of all beginnings.
.
.
I live in the azure skies, the flying-horse-clouds
I fall in love with the morning sun and its highness
While setting its crown to the Earths pilgrim
I adore the laughter and smiles of withering walls
While feeling its rough edges signing the promises
Of crickets, ants, spiders and grasshoppers
The butterflies are the witnesses to the beauty
Of solitude and breaths of existence.

Caroline Nazareno-Gabis a.k.a. Ceri Naz

Rain

Rain is the being of my mother.

Like the trickling tears of her
This water drops, now dark and blue.
Like the crying of her self
In the very core, their falling is
The silent resonance of her
Deepest sorrow, is wavering in an oceanAll rivers are now merging their silvery course.
And we are disappearing there
In that ever-spreading chasm
In our own, very, destiny
My mother, she is alone.
In the thousand-jewelled universe
Her days are numbered, and incongruent:
Fainted, as the perception of an invisible point, in Geometry.

Niladri Mahajan

Mother Tortured

A glorious charm covers my mother Earth,

Not a single human can measure her real worth.
Giving away all is her only call,
She holds hand of all who fall.
She is the Goddess of intense nature,
You will be surprised to see her feature.
Greenery all around is her beautiful attire,
Blue is the color of her roof which prevents fire.
Alas! That beautiful mother is in deep pain,
Dirt and pollutants have given her stains.

She is ill with a disease of great suffering,

There seems nobody with treatment offering.
Tears roll down her cheek,
Quakes convey her heart's creak.
It shall be hard to make her suffer,
It will be intense when she comes out of her buffer.
Its high time to rise up man,
Save my mother Earth from this vain.
Put a check on her foe,
I will be her safeguard, let's vow.

Manish Agarwal

Stealing Away From the World

Stealing away from the world
Turning back into the past
Searching for
What grandma called home.
In between woods we meander
Like civilized humans

A probable concept
On the dial we step.
I bring out my lens
To capture
A historians asset.
Let my kids see,
What trees look like,
How birds feel out of cages,
What does sky look like...

Rahul Mall

Where the Hearts Breathe...

The Third Planet In Our Solar System..
With The Moon As Its Satellite.
A Place Where Million Hearts Find Shelter,
A Place Where Thousand Opportunities Knock At The Door,
Where The Rain Kisses The Dry Mud..
Where There R Many Frozen Years Of Relations After The Warmth Of The Sun..
Where The Evenings Adorn Us With Myriad Hues.
A Land Where Many Emotions Remain Hidden,

Where Many Tears Are Never Erased,

Where Many Bruises Are Never Healed,
Where Reality Hits Our Face Every Second,
Where The Adorable Creation Of The Almighty Can Be Seen,
Where Birds Sing Their Songs,
Where People Find Their Soul Mates..
A Heaven Created By God,
A Land Of Eternal Peace,
Is Our Earth And The Paradise We All Live..
So We As Living Creatures Should Strive To Paint It Green And Make It A Better
Place To Live.

Sushmita Bhattacharjee

No More Myself
I know you would never walk with me,
Along a sea beach on a full moon night.
Yet I will walk past shores of time,
Still holding you under sunless sky.
I know youll not sing in my ears,
When I will weep dews in the dark.
Yet your whispering leaves would

Console my ripped soul back.

I know you won't lick my sweaty bosom,
When I will run across cornfields to you.
Yet your honeyed flowers would suck
Away my venomous demon.
I know you can't hug away my failed dreams,
When I have to stab myself countless times.
Yet a look at your calmness would
Force me to dream all over again.
You know I can gaze at every inch of you,
As you stand without a piece of thread.
Yet it's not you but I who regret,
Unable to be nude and shameless.
I know you can never sit under my shade,
As I've always done without asking you.
Yet have you ever wished to sleep like me,
Lying on a lazy couch as sun sets down.
Show me the path that would take me to your school.
Can I learn, with a smile, to fail to be me?
I must melt into an eternal suicide,
So you can take time sculpting me into you.

Shreyatama Datta

Treasure of Earth
When you are gone,
I sit by the sea,
Ah! Gone are the footprints we had left behind,
The waves call out to me.
Just as once u called out to me.
As the night comes over,
In the moon your face I see.
I smile and it smiles back at me.

The sun greets me 'good morning'.

Yet another day without you,
Another day being me.
The cool breeze whispers into my ears,
'You are indeed a beautiful reverie',
Just as once you had said this to me.
As tears you roll down my cheeks,
Comes the rain to wipe out the bits of you still left in me.
The raindrops seep through my body into my soul,
I see myself drenched in love that's pure.
I see myself sparkling with the sun rays,
It's the glow of love a robin says.
Surprised I stare at the golden sand,
I see myself anew, there's nothing left of you
I'm glad that you are gone,
Amidst the treasure of the earth I stand,
Had I not been alone, beauty of life
I wouldn't understand.

Sana Rahman

A Beseech from Earth...

Hundreds of years passed in the shade,
When my love it hid in its magnificent shade,
the great oak,
beseeches for ahelp!
Coverings of icy sheets,
They are now naked, with yellow patches,
the great mountains,
beseeches for a help!

dressed with tunic green trees,

Melodious and chirpy birds,
The dense forests,
beseeches for a help!
The earth cries, with bitter truths,
a mother like, all will be killed,
on her funeral,
She beseeches the humans,
to kiss her.
to cuddle her

Kinshuk Gupta Vitaan

Earth Bound
In every breath that leaves my body,
A tremor stupefies me when I realize the truth of separation,
Alone and spinning on my axis of unseen lines,
Where I imagine I am bound by love,
But all that perhaps so illusory,
Gravity of the real my only sustenance,
And love that surged with the tides a distant dream,
Even as the moon gazes down calling out,

To seas that send passionate messages to her...

She holds a mirror to who I am!
Soon she would wane and the tides with subside.
And I would have to spin holding my seas together... breathing still..
So hold me gently... I've given myself to you.
I am your everything, a mother, a friend, a sister,
Your dream, your Wonder Woman, your folly,
I am your solace, your lover, your soulmate and spouse too!
I am yours completely... Bind me with your love.
See what I give back to you... Life!

Geethatmaa

The Black Earth

There is No life there is on Earth
Black clouds walk the empty streets
Polluted water as green as poison walks along the human fossils,
my fossils, I become history
Plants lie crumbled and thrashed under
the mud as black as dark chocolate
But there is no happiness there,
No laughter, no human sound ever

For the furnace temperature as hot as a burning piece of coal has baked whole globe now,
The Earth will be black, soon
If we don't stop the violence now

Yash Chirimar

Earth a Rebel
Lightning strikes at midnight
The cracks on earth open up
And the deepest slumber
That I never desired
Bestows upon me
In the most devilish way
Man has ever seen
However lightning's good brother electricity

Can be our saviour

But learning to save it
Is man's Achilles heel
That brought him doom
Now that this fate is upon us
And our lives left upto chance
The only way left for the Phoenix to rise
Is to become a rebel.

Avik Chokhani

Save the Earth

Earth has done a lot for us,
But for it, we do not fuss,
People build buildings and cut down a tree
They become selfish and think about me.
We must save this Earth and preserve its beauty.
For that is our first and foremost duty
We must immediately stop the destruction
We must do it for Earth's protection.

Dighvij Chirimar

Veil in Green

I am Earth, I show
myself only in a veil
in green. If I dont, I am
open to censure of UV radiation.
A veil in green
tells my life to outsiders since Creation
To Eternity Ill stop orbiting
when they stop caring they
who know about me in the Universal family!
Who search for intelligence outside!

Anusree Ganguly

War of the Future

We walk over the dust smeared abandoned infrastructures

With a lifeless, gauche, exhausted, parched face we yearned,
Someplace the firmament will embrace us, eradicating gloominess
As evening sets in, we see orange light, from sand dunes far off
Analogous to the depressing clouds out of a barren blue sky
A smirk emerged from our rock climbing deceased cadavers
Powerless to pace quicker, we walked expectantly, elixir is to be found
Are they pirates, will the tribe receive us, will they slaughter us for food
Countless uncertain fears arose akin the smoke from the mounds
We reached them- burning the currencies, they were snivelling deafeningly
Song:
Oh the dead and the mighty King, come hither to wipe away our dread
Come soon, there isnt even a well or a poisonous tree to abandon our agony
We bellow so that you could hear, we plant void in this saline soil
Oh ye seas, recede from your invasion, let your children live
Oh ye sky, bring forth rains, quench our thirsty tongue
Oh ye earth, open up your springs, give us food from your womb
Before the track could culminate, men from afar came seriatim,
We have found water a jubilant voice, perforated every forlorn heart
In a second, every member grabbed weaponries and started towards elixir
We too amalgamated with them with fierce eyes to fall upon our prey
Save water to gift your children a peaceful life...
Won't you?

Shalini Samuel

Mother Metamorphosised

I used to drape green

Beauty raw with hazel eyes
And soft intentions
I served mankind
My sons, not to be counted in number.
I now there coerced to painted in silver
With prayers sealed on my lips
I take in the smoke and all the venom
Your greed sweat off
I have shed my colors off
And snakes ripped of skin
Fangs protruding to poison goodwill
Better do kneel
Lessen our mouths and words of demand
I dare do defy and order a decree
Of loss and destruction
You fear and call it disaster natural
Me ! Mother Earth , morphosised.

Neha

Mother
Her need to feed
Is urgent, natural,
Made for The dewy child who suckles
Contentedly in her lap.
The same dewy child
Grows diabolic horns,
Spits up curdled milk
On her blue-green bosom;
Digs his tiny nails
Into her tender flesh,
Unearths feasts
For his greedy bones.

Buries his own rotten flesh

In her sacred valleys;
Evaporates her springs
And incinerates her mane.
You are Earth...
You were.

Sana Rose

I, the Unlucky Lover of Florida

Florida! You are the loveliest,
I am your fan the greatest,
But, unfortunately not lucky
Rushing to thy coast
Which is whitish the most.
O Florida! Your bluish nature
Which is lush and lush,
Makes me touchy
Feeling to thy scent
Which romanticizes the most.
Florida! I, the unlucky lover,
Perhaps, will not be able to

See thy scenic beauty

Reaching to thy lap of blue almost,
I who fantasize thou the most.
I who am the Indian
Live at the Ganges bank,
Bath the Ganges sweetie
Dreaming to soak thou Sun in boast
Thou who crystallize the most.

Rimly Das

Pour

To the woods I shall return

Far away from home
A bird listens to the Sky
And the Sky pours stories
On to everything once green.
A frog leaps into a puddle
Longing for a pond
As souls jump into
The hearts of their beloved.

And the rains taught me

What dreams could not.
Only thirst can lead you to water
As life brings you to Earth.
And the bird flaps
Its wings no more.

Mohammed

Mother Earth Cries

Mother Earth cries

In dry, hot tears,
Her heart bleeds
Like a relentless stream.
Vehicles and industries
Smother her like an assassin,
Tearing her garb of grace.
Unbridled greed
Bald her,
Depriving her of her greenery.
How can we ignore
The after-effects of her tears,

Her sighs, her agony,

Her unexpressed pleadings?
When a mother cries,
The children will cry too.
When a mother dies,
The children will die too.
And so, this callous neglect
Will doom us to a death,
An inevitable end
Marked by melancholic helplessness!

Debasish Mishra

Ode to the Planet

Second Earth is coming alive
DIY and re-cycle
Green party revolutions questions
The evolution cycle
Who does this future belong to?
You?

Samrat Dey

The Ghost of the Dried Leaves

The ghost of dried leaves

will internalise love
like a birthmark,
the last wish
on Earth

Swastisha Mukherjee

The Earth is Calling...

Mother earth sheds copious tears
Seeing dirt and pollution land, water and air besmear
Concrete replacing her abundant beauty
Green splendor destroyed mercilessly
Let us take a pledge today
To heal her parched and battered self without delay
With ten green things you must adopt
To make Mother Nature smile again and her misery stop
Let going green be your new mantra
Here are ten ways to start your green yatra
For short commutes ditch the car
Walk, jog, ride a bike and burn calories with your green avatar
Turn off the tap while you brush
Take a shorter shower or use a bucket and stop unnecessary water gush
Launder only when the load is full
If you see anyone leaving running water while doing the dishes, give them an earful
Eating organic being the latest fad
Grow a garden of fresh vegetables and the homegrown to your plate add
Shut down your computer when you leave from work
Leaving your phone to charge through the night is the sign of a jerk
Sockets switched on with chargers connected
Consume energy even when idle so switch them off and stop the wastage
From bank statements to e-books
To conserve the environment its time to take on an e-outlook
Stop adding to the ever growing plastic clutter
Ditch bottled water and carry your own water
Numerous plastic, Styrofoam cups of tea/coffee a day?
Get yourself a mug and go the green way
Re-use, recycle, wherever you can
Regularly give away unused things and help your fellowman
What could be the best present to give the earth?
On your birthday, anniversary every year plant a tree and prove your real worth
Going green is the best future investment
Save the planet for the future generations and be a green agent
The Earth is calling, calling, calling...
Will you go on a green journey and a change bring?
Vyomi Malik

Dawn Chorus
It starts with one.
One skylark singing.
One Carson warning.
Then the robins and blackbirds join in.
The early birds, like Carson.
Then the wrens and warblers
as the daylight warms them.
Listen.
Can you hear them?
The warning calls are warming up as well,
strengthening their numbers
as the bird song
dies away.
Listen.
Listen.
Can you hear them?
Listen.
Dont sleep.
Dont wait
to hear
the silence.

Lynn White

How I Cannot Write about You

How I cannot write about you

It's in your lap I am growing
Mother I call you
Oh mother ...how can I repay you
How much pain you bear
in nurturing us
As selfless
Nothing taking back
Only giving as much as you can
Healing us, playing with us, teaching us
Making us wonder with your creations
how much you mother getting hurt
By our greed
Letting you bleed
Touching your skin how many lines have grown
Seasons of bearing our deeds
No rain and scorching sun
How many roots we uprooted
how ignorant are we destroying you...
Dying with you
is your creations, birds, animal, flowers
Everything is diminishing
Is it the end?
Oh my mother
My earth.

Jisha Viswanathan

Abandoned Woods

I trod on the withered quilt of bygone moments

The memories hung up there on the trees
basking in the reminiscent sun
waiting for nostalgia to caress my senses
Beside the river of sub-consciousness
the empty flute of my heart
craved for the marshy ground
where its infant reed had grown
In the depth of forlorn night
beneath the weeping willow
the barren womb of my mossy lake
yearned for the reflection of moon
A twig of time detached and fell into the past
breaking the drowsy layers of my reverie
I awoke in the lands of deforestation
My childhood slept with the abandoned woods

Rahul Ahuja

Chopped Down Trees, Filled Up Ponds. . .Built Mansion

Dear Earth,
Do not misinterpret please!
This is our journey towards revolution, not a speed of devastation.
Science, it is not a curse, it is a helping hand of gratitude.
Keep faith, and watch us glow bright with your eyes open wide.
Depletion of ozone layer, poisonous atmosphere, ah!
Is it suffocating you??
The melting of ice at the ends, is the heat really burning you?
Your nature lacks in art, we are the artist, we paint you.
Our colours make you so enriched, so pay our credit, talking few.
We built nuclear weapons, we taking off to moon and mars,
The depletion of greenery is not cause for fuss.
No forests, no unwanted animals, we??
The masters, rest?? Oh...Slaves.
We're independent, we dont fear you any more, now we are first-class.
We don't even love each other; you are something beyond the syllabus.
Yes we are materialistic, we are selfish,
Not like You?? The idiotic fritter!
No it is not an act of misdeed, we are not putting a blindfold on our peepers,
Cause at the end of the day it is not i, me and myself,
It is all about us.

Dibyendu Sarkar

Happy Earth Day

The Earth seems to heave

with the warmth of
The Sun's first kiss:
The heat scorches, aches, soars;
The verdure droops,
pines for a fresh drop;
Just like a whore
Waiting for another round.
The warmth it craved for tears,
Rips and molests its dreams;
What it awaited was desire:
What it achieved was destiny;
The destiny of twilight.
Twilight sets in,
Summer glides away like the graceful princessAutumn leaps in with dried leaves,
A calm a serenity never called for;
The Earth misses being in love,
With the heat that once raped it.

Aritrik Dutta Chowdhury

Eden
It is said, angels stay at Eden
And so did Adam and Eve.
Audacity, the character of man
Was our pathway to banishmentTo the Californian waters
And Kolar mines.
The apple of knowledge never told us
Gold can only be found in Eden.

Atulona Datta

Fireflies
Fireflies were the only gifts she gave
Rest was just gloom
But the fireflies lit our way.
No stars
The lights were out
And the heat was like a shroud
But we went out
Cloudy fumes
No stars, No moon
But the fireflies lit our way.

Nabanita Mallick

Boy in a Bore-Hole

As usual they forgot to cover the hole

A hole, big enough to swallow a soul
A signpost was standing there, with a warning
Who will read it to a toddler, whose steps still faltering?
A fearful shriek pierced the mother's womb
Wailing violently she searched for him
At the mouth of that wretched open tomb
The child's footsteps are still wet and grim
Oh my poor child! The mother cried in anguish
A faint response echoed from that burrow's deep
My little cherub! My little cherub! Don't weep!
In agony parents and siblings expounded their wish.
Oxygen tubes, pen torches, lowered for his comfort
A trench hole, dug parallel, on war foot

But, how long a bundled lung bear that situation?

Cruel fate choking a child in crude fixation!
Sheer negligence and apathy steering this nation's stern
Mother nature daily mourning for her missed children, ....
How many holes did this human dig into the Earth?
Devoid of foresight, his scientific plumage is not any worth.

L Sr. Prasad

A Suppliant Earth
Look hither: do you see what I see? That maiden
Her face smeared with caustic tears..
Her limbs amputated by those she birthed-Her breath growing short and leaden.
Once her meadows were green and tranquil
Her creatures sprightly, vivacious
Her cascades silver, her air smokeless
Her seasons with bright hues filled.
Her young are now sage and of age
They prefer towering structures to trees

They'd rather live in luxury than peace-They rejoice untiringly in their golden cage.
She fumes and tempests hit the land
She trembled and it tremors and quakes
She weeps and invites inundation
She moans and droughts cloak it with sand.
Yet they soil her robe with litter and dirt
They treat her like a dead thing they can claim
Their monstrous inventions plague her all day
She succumbs--defeated, shattered and hurt.
Let's take her hand, not let her fade away
Her Sun and moon are eternal, so is she
Let's heal our creator, put a tourniquet to her wounds
Let's enliven her with sweet hope on this Earth Day.
She gave us life and we shall bring hers back
And give her eyes the lustre that it lacks.

Vaishna Biswas

My Nature Is Like Earth Crust

My nature is like earth crust
Its different every time you know more.
Somewhere its warm water in Pacific Ocean filled with caring affection.
Somewhere its chilled water in Arctic Ocean filled with daring decision.
Somewhere its icy cold breeze in middle of Antarctic having no emotion;
Somewhere its sand storm in middle of Sahara; having no hope of renovation.
Somewhere its blazing sun in middle of summer showing no mercy.
Somewhere its heavy rain in monsoon season filled with sympathy.
Earthquakes jolt me from inside; I feel the pain when a heart breaks.
Meteors strike the earth surface, I feel ditched when trust shakes.

One Tsunami may come and go, like a rainbow after snow.
Many Volcanoes may erupt in anger, fresh air may also blow.
Love lies in beauty of mountains, Romantic waves touch the shore.
People dont judge me as Eskimo; I dont stay at one place for more.
My nature is like earth crust. Its different every time you know more.

Saurabh Goel

Drying Palette
My son and myself
and the open atlas,
showing the blue green earth.
Ohh! what do we see?!
The wet green
Amazon basin
throbbing with life,
losing the
emerald sheen.
The lush rolling valleys of Kashmir

birthing tulips in spring ,

by and by
turning monochromatic...
I wonder
is the earth's palette drying?
Where have the joyous colours
of my girlhood gone?
Are they dwindling
into oblivion?
My young sapling
looks at me,
questions gathering
like grey clouds.
"Is she angry?
will she make us
vanish like the dodo?"
Feeling helpless, I search
for tender light
through cracks and fissures.
Finally I reply
"If you
love mother earth,
as you love me...
she will remain like
crayons you colour
your rainbow with,
bright
and smiling."

Mallika Bhaumik
Earth Day
Earth is wide and heavy
So called "Prithvi"
Earth innately bears all
So called "Dharti"
Fields of corn, wheat and rice
Give us the food all pure and nice
Cattle graze on prairies far and wide
Innocent souls that adorn the countryside
Man sets his greedy eyes on lands unspoilt and pure
Declares himself a land developer for sure
People suffer because earth is not clean

Life is dying because earth is not green

Increase of global warming and effects of climate change
Discussed in conferences every year nothing new nothing strange
When all the snow is melted and there's no water to drink
How can we survive just attempt to think
From ocean depths to mountain peaks
The damage done by man loudly speaks
Man is becoming blind killing mother earth
When will he understand her precious worth
World earth day makes us aware How we should dedicate ourselves to her care
Start simple like planting a tree
Reuse renew recycle and keep her pollution free

Sreemathi Ravi

Emerald

Never longing more profound

Nor heart more bereft
Than she who stands alone
Upon the rise above the sea
And knows the loss
Of all that she holds dear.

Air softly scented

With orchids and lilies
Waves singing the oceans pain
She knows she will be missed
Though she has no words
Of comfort to share
In her moment of darkest despair.
Were it within their power
The legions of her choosing
- Oak, willow, maple, pine Would offer her their shelter
To keep her safe from harm.
The birds keen their sorrow
Aloft in skies too pure and bright
To witness such a loss as this.
A gentle hand upon the warm bark
Of the lovingly enveloping willow
She holds herself steady and erect
As tears flow in silent procession
From eyes of deepest amethyst.
And as the drops fall upon the grass
Thick and emerald hued
They nurture and they feed
As she would often do.
As the beauty of her landscape
Fades slowly from sight
So too does she, in agony,
Disappear upon a wailing breeze.
Where once rested her bare feet
Grow flowers fresh and new
Midst moss thick and heavy-laden
With her morning dew
As Mother Nature fades from view.

Supravat Guha

The End Is Near

She was writhing in pain

blood was rushing from her vain,
She was more hurt
down under her skin,
tears were limping down her cheeks
as if they were unsure of something...
She knew the end was near...
but, it was not the end - the one
who brought the end..
oh.. he was so dearwas not he!!
She was being punished
punished for choosing the side..
Or being in one without a choice;
Right or wrong!! how does it matter?
would keep on changing with time
He also had tears in his eyes
But, duty is duty.. and
his was to kill
kill everyone on the other side,
Even if it was her..
orders were very clear
no one living should be left behind,
He said
I love you too but, love is blind
She smiled for the last time and
murmured the end is near
And soon her pain was over.
Nature...you - stupid nature misplaced your trust again
as you had for years and years
for eras and eons
He was just a human being...
just like everyone else.
A whole bunch of them
they betray every time,
They betrayed since their incarnation..
They betrayed once again its just that this time they betrayed themselves

they forgot End is following.. the end is near..

Dipanjan Maiti

The Tree Whisperer

I have a friend who stands outside my window,

prisoner of the earth; jailor of a million dreams.
I knew she was a woman the first time I saw her,
I had asked how old she was
But she didnt know
no one had kept track of the years she grew on the hillside;
days melting into night, months stretching into years went unnoticed.
She was nourished by umbilical cords that grew stronger with age.
She survived; she stayed alive.
We bonded as we shared a silent conversation every morning over a cup of tea,
Her long, wispy fingers almost touching mine resting on the balcony rail.
We watched the sunset together,
smiling in unison as bright orange fish darted around
trying to escape the indigo net cast by the sky.
Nights were never lonely for I knew she was right outside the window,
a dark silhouette on tiptoes,
reaching high to catch a moonbeam or two.
She stood tall and proud
like a Rajput princess who had set herself ablaze
to mourn the passing of summer, her paramour, year after year.
Summer winds scattered parts of her body to all corners of the earth
Maybe she was Sati, Shivs consort, in another time,
her entire body begetting life till winter petrified her with an icy wand
her bare bones left standing, soulless,
a brown Persephone waiting to break free of the shackles of death.

I know all about trees

It takes a woman to know others of her lot.
We walk the rocky road together and alone
a handful of shrines, memories of tiny triumphs, dot the barren passage,
serving ladles of piping hot hope.
The tree outside my window cant talk.
But there was a time when she could.
She was Philomel in some birth, forever silenced from speaking the truth.
She knows shes not the only one to have had her tongue severed,
a cross she bears for all womankind.
She stands petrified, braving dark winds of humanity gone mad,
a survivor who knows how lucky she is to be alive.
She dreams of a world where she wont be afraid to run free of the earth,
leaves blowing with abandon, roots kicking up a dust of pirouettes.
Maybe I am her, and she me
our identities entwined
as we walk the eternal cycle of life
hand in hand
in triumph and defeat,
in joy and pain,
together and alone.

Rita Bhattacharjee
Trespasses

Whatever pledge we take

Or agreements we sign
In hushed corridors,
Unless we plant
New trees in the soil
Of the crowded heart
And cleanse the rivers
Of our muddied minds,

Respect the air we breathe

And worry when
Sacred species disappear
With the wilderness we knew
Unless we change
And learn to give
As we learned to take
We cannot live
For how long will Earth
Gasping for breath
Forgive us
Our trespasses?

Vijay Nair

Unsung
Pressed between pages that are read no more,
Brishti still has a torn petal hidden in the dusty song book, that found no takers for years.
Mallar never carried notes to put them to tune,
But wildflowers, scented with the fragrance of a wet soil.
For her.
They blended a thunder clap with the music of rains.
He often found them peeping through crevices,
As his feet took care not to trample them ever,Or delay.
Else they would close their eyes.
To Brishti they looked like fake notes,
Not even currency ones,
She had always aspired for.
Someday Mallar got lost,
As lightning struck.
His music played on.
The wildflowers still bloomed,
Though none set their eyes on them ever again.
Only the torn petal in Brishti's book still kissed the dusty page.

Saheli Mitra

Man Vs Mango

Every morn, when I meet the Lord of day,

Through leafy veil that on the mango tree lay,
Utmost glory crowds my heart and mind,
By the energy that from your existence I find.
I praise you O Tree of the mango creed.
You are a lesson for us, though a witless breed.
With loads of love for your fruits and their load,
You bend down beyond your strength to support.
Still no moans around you I hear,
But only silence and scents that you bear.
But we, the humans endowed with wit;
Scorn at even meeting our childrens needs.
All your treasures of leaves and boughs,
You forfeit to nourish land that nourish you from below.
But we humans, relish to perish;
The sources of life that nourish us to flourish.
Stirless at a place, you befriend wind your breed to raise.
But we humans, move self and wit to destroy our race.
In spring when you unfold glory of your bloom,
Nature gets adorned with jewels that none can gloom.
But we humans, when we display glory of our bloom,
Nature loses many of her jewels beneath unseen gloom.
You secure yourself by your roots and lend your shade,
We, by destroying others and doing all that the Lord forbade.
We humans, famed for wit and wisdom,
Specially crafted by the Lord of Heaven,
Skilled with art to prosper and worries to thwart,
But bring only disgrace to the Lord and all His art.
See, the witless lives to sustain the vitals of earth,
While the one with wisdom showers deadly dart.

Indrajit Rai

Green Earth

The dark brown

Or the burnt black Earth
Can we stitch Green clothes for her?
For a season
Let her do the ramp walk
She could be THE Showstopper
If she wishes to be
The clothes need to be blingy
And don't forget right accessories
Material, quality, durability don't bother much

All this is just for the show

After that we can just throw
Away with the greens
After all it is just for a season
Otherwise there is no reason
Green is just a colour

Gauri Dixit

And She Took Away from My Hands

And she took away from my hands

The little axe
With which I was cutting down
The small plants
That have grown inside the fence...
The garden had grown wild
In our absence
As if the forest was claiming back
What we have stolen from it.
My little girl stood before me
Asking questions, for which I had no answers:
Do plants cry when we cut them?
Is their blood green?
She knew plants have life
And she would not let me kill any.
I surrendered... what else can you do
Against an eight year old...

She went on working in dirt

While I left it hoping she would get tired of it.
Next day, the dry twigs and dry leaves
Were turning into manure in compost pit.
I had taught her that and it was I who forgot it.
Then she tilled little patches of earth
Dark brown, fragrant
And I saw to it
That she washed her hands with dettol after each gardening session.
Then came demand for seeds, that I bought
And by now her brother had joined her
And my home was perpetually muddy.
Soon, afternoons were filled with delightful squealing
As the sprinklers came out
And I watched proudly how they were growing up
My kids and their little garden...
Then one morning
The fragrance touched me even before I could see
There were little buds, fresh flowers
Earth was laughing in colours
Giving us back much much more
Than what we gave it.

Sunita Jugran

An Elliptical Orbit

An elliptical orbit and

her unique eccentricities
with a wobble
just one earth
amidst billions of galaxies
just one habitable planet
that we know of
just one earth
for you and I
just one earth
for all of us.
just one earth
is enough,
already damaged enough
if only now
we wake up to
conserve and resuscitate,
reduce and recycle and
preserve for our own sake.

Shyam

Shame

'Blue planet'- save her

goes the tag line; a single puff,
confiscated breath of air
'Breathe clean, Breathe free'
is the clich - Is she listening?
"Are we listening to her"
Her lungs are chocked with sulphur
she coughs, her smothered voice
"Hush", listen to her, her nostrils

yearning to breathe free: are we

listening to her.........
Her body bereft of lush green
She cries; burnt dead thoughts, scarecrow like
wither: Shoo, shies!
burnt effigies of hate buried deep
within, fallowed land from our sin
bleeding to death oh! Mother
Tsunami of destruction follows Oh! sisters n brothers
Is she listening; are we listening to her
Plant a tree! ou save a life; agree
we save ourselves or we die
Plant a tree! get oxygen free
We do or die, if not, shame on us fie!

Deeya Dey Bhattacharya

Past

Against your body

between April and June
I stand a wound.
Your eyes
utter a brief history
of a wound and a black patch
of marigolds in winter evening.
Marigolds are past
Now they smell of my barren body
Here and there You will find a dug out root
They say
April is spring
but my bark is a woman
forbidden to speak.
I have roots
Here and there A shoot where a solitary bud
never sees but it is an unpursued
tear drop of a baby.
Give me more such wounds
so that I utter not!
between April and June
I am a brick
underneath your concrete
grand technique.

Bricks do speak
when mosses grow
a thin cleavage of uncut shame.
That was a past
between April and June
I am but a whisper
somewhere in the past.

Ritamvara Bhattacharya

Hand in Hand
The blanket of slumber lazily lifted its veil
And morning's mist awoke and fluttered genteel.
Somewhere in the green, a black bird chewed
The loss of its young mate in an irate feud.
Life's angry battles in a cool cucumber land
Where the blood and the honey walked hand in hand.

Manghat Ravindran

Surviving River
I have turned into a river boundless free far flowing beyond bridges and regions beyond
concrete banks put on sides,
I am shore less to trembling hearts, who not to quench of stone sound on surface,
nothing to ferry from journey but tired legs and dumb to revival of life.
I am not selfless but weeping and hollow through loose grains of sand and fatal bodies too
have become sediment.
Some day when a shepherd hums his sweet song deep the color of branches dipping the sky,
the birds fly to a stranger
remains one no more
and love a balm wafts from my folds.

Neelam Dadhwal

Magic Sunrise

After the sun has set

And the amber light has long faded away
After the days are done and we herald the night
And the sky is stitched up with silver moonlight
After we pack ourselves and unpack our lives
Like sheets of creased paper into envelopes
In our beds we hide
And we dream a dream for ourselves to find
After all the frowns have ceased and our lips are smile
The grass is green, the trees are style
The forests are dense, the rivers are wide
After all the birds go back in flocks they fly
And nestle in nests built upon the sky
After all the clouds are dark cant stand upright
And distill the air of this stacked up grime
A bud it blooms, a fish it slides.
After all the fireflies converge on open fields
And songs of gold the night it yields
After there is nothing but silence
And the murmur of our breaths
Our bodies entwined like two birds cradled in a nest
After all the seas are still
And our hearts are free
The twilight sets in
And we finally see.

Bhaskar Pitla

Leaf for Life

Trance twirl true, if we conceive to persist inexorably
Vision goaded due to imprudence of evolution daily
Selfish apparel endow humanity with detrimental cause
Depicting state of impasse, rebuff to revival, an abrupt pause
It is not pertaining to being heir of the orb from our precursor
It is indeed concerning to avow scrounging from our successor
The splendor they deserve to envisage in tenure of subsistence
Apparently might cease to be originated, Alas! For our ignorance

Unanimous verity is that greenery assures uphold

Equipping sanity in wits, an image for ages to behold
Exemplifying fluttering of leaves amid swaying twigs
Eventual subsistence for all, devoid of any affair for fix
I envisage an orb with extensive shades of foliage
A serenely poised vibe amid incessant leverage
To realize apiece prospect for the professed belief
Avowed in facet of leaf for life or life for leaf.

Rajdeep Chowdhury

Mother Earth
We have made it a luxury
What once was given free!
Of mother earth
Ungrateful children, we
Since millennia unearth
Treasures from its womb
Never paying back the debt
Planning for ourselves a tomb
And disrobed, looted, dug up;
This planet looks on us!
To act while it is still a mother
Or face the fury ferocious;
Flood, quake, fire, cyclone!
Punishing her kids,
She too does moan
Let us not compel her!
Our greed never stops
Our schemes ever flops
As we see her not as our extension,
But an other
To be taken for granted
We have mined away illegally
Whatever we wanted
But nourish her back to health
Who will?
Restore the plundered wealth
Who will?
To death, let us not choke her

If we dont want ourselves

To kill!
We prevail and perish together!

Swati Chandra

The Eye of the Mountain

The eye of the mountain

Put a sun in your heart.

Touch that bit of eye,

The mountains will know

And the Sun will stand.

Earth will be all right, after all.

Rit Chattapadhaya

Nature

Behold the sky, high above,

Showing its bright colours of love.
Holding the hands of sky,
Behold the clouds floating by,
White in color,
Like cotton buds similar,
Passing by cities, towns, states,
Meeting its day to day end dates.
Behold the sun, shining brightly,
Showing its presence proudly,
Lighting up cities, lives and existence,
With its age old patience.
Behold the moon, sleeping silently,
Tired, rugged and stressed,
Worked overnight constantly,
Has required some rest.
Oh, feel the breeze flowing by,
Soothing cities passers-by,
Freshening up the surrounding,
Strengthening its bonding.
But Alas!
Man fails to enjoy
Always ready to destroy
Collapse and extinction
Leading natures ruination.
Still, nature turns out to be a forgiver
Goes on with its behaviour
Behaves in her own order
Leaving a note forever--Beauty lies in the eyes of the Beholder

Sohini Ghosh

Earth Day

Have you heard the river laughing

As it glides around the bend
And peered into its mirror
And seen the sunny veins within?
Have you strolled into a meadow,
To gaze at wildflowers there,
Or caught snowflakes on your tongue
From the cool, crisp winter air?
Have you looked into the azure sky
And seen an eagle ride the wind
Or held out your finger,
As a monarch you befriend?

There are many gifts we have,

Bestowed by Mother Earth,
We should treat her with respect
And show her her worth.
Lets clean up the land,
Plant some flowers and trees,
Make a pact to protect her,
So generations may see
All the glory and beauty
That nature possesses,
Through all of the seasons,
And her change of dresses.
Lets honor our mother
Like it is her birthday
Give back, unite,
Celebrate Earth Day!

Stacy Savage

A Prayer for Mother Earth

I pray we stop
The cutting of trees
I pray we stop
The pollution of the breeze
I pray we stop
And plant a sapling
I pray we stop
And start a new beginning
It is time now to change and say
Care for Earth, for it you should pray

Swarnapriya Thakur

This Moving Uproar

This rising smoke
The sky cover wanes.
I wait by the shore
Flying sands mock
The hell fire rains.
I heard her then
I knew I had her blood

On my hands.
So I plucked a leaf
And washed the stain away.
For all the leaves
And for all the seas
I take in fire; give out green.
So she weaves
Her homeward breeze
The last of her yet to be seen.

Anupriya Chatterjee
Every Permutation Is Connected
Every permutation is connected
From molecules to quarks & atoms
Isnt a mountain joined to a valley?
Root & flowers are imbedded in my soul
Every star every drop of water
Has quenched mine and anothers
Tens of million others like mine before
Its that jewel seated in one crown
That singularity no one can define.
That transcends all technologies
Surpasses all organic biologies
That might be as simple as water
That permeates infuses everything.
Every permutation is connected
Dark & light

Every permutation is connected

Day & night
Every permutation is connected
Birds of a feather
Every permutation is connected
Every living thing is your soul brother.

Mark Heathcote

Save Me!
'I am dying'- exclaimed the tree.
A friend said to another.
Tears rolling down amidst the crowd.
No one could hear its sound.
The other said 'I am dying too'
A sudden blow on its neck
As the man thought it to be fake.
They are for sheer ornamentation
which is just nature's creation.
Shaming its originality,
We humans deny its creativity.
Save it thou immediately
Or we too shall say 'I am dying'.

Moumita Dasgupta

The Wait...
The earth wears the trousseau of dust,
Her eternal thirst has been numbed,
The rustling browns lie as dead spectators No drop of rain to drench her happy heart,
No grain of food to satiate her hungry eyes..
The yellow sky echoes with her cry..
Her barren womb too weak to initiate new life She is exiled!
In the concrete graveyard, she lies still, looking up,
No sign of rain, no hope for life yet..
Still she looks up and waits...

Bidisha Chandra
Mother Earth Weeps
Mother earth weeps
dry racking sobs - her
tear wells being dry
Clouds carrying them
no longer are caressed by the
green arms of trees
The mountains lie naked,
their green cover ripped apart
The Ozone umbrella full of holes
Giving birth to a monster
Global warming
It melts ice and snow
That threaten to sink
Us all one day
Our children need a mother
Who will laugh with them
as gurgling brooks
play with them
as a mischievous wind
cries for them
As rain
Hugs them close to her bosom
with the right temperature

Take care of your mother

Cover her with trees
Nurture her water table
Leave her alive
for our children
and future generations.
Elizabeth Kuriakose

Twenty Four Hours for Her

Alas! Mankind devotes,

Twenty four hours for Her;
Saviors of safety,
Kill your brethren today;
And plant a Tree,
Green was her color;
Under the blue skies,
Now red bleeds from her eyes.
In turmoil of whose land,
We erode loose soil into sand;
With few true souls left in hand.
Her layers are depleted,
The core is raped;
And skin is peeled,
Once Mother Earth was beautiful,

Now lately she revealed,

A wait to get killed.
The sapiens plot an alien plan,
Neighboring planets already under scan;
Genesis put to shame,
A digital testament,
Like a testimony of digits;
Will be left as Man.

Aakash Sagar Chouhan

Save Trees

Green patches covering the earth

With infinite sources of life forms
Giving us oxygen and other needs
The trees fulfil our likely need

Without the trees the earth will die

With no need to sacrifice about
The people will growl without the rain
The stomach needs to pacify angst
We must save trees, to live fresh
And others to dream freely

Tapeshwar Prasad

I Love My Earth
As the horizon turns pinkish-red,
And the morning light peeps in through the clouds,
As the raindrops scatter on the earth,
And prickle the green grass with a splash,
As the tiny seedling unfurls twin leaves,
And the brown soil gives birth to life,
As the faintest bud starts to bloom,
And scatter its sweet nectar fragrance in the air,
As the insects rise up from their slumber,
And the earthworms dig the mud into round balls,
As the clear blue sky above me radiates,
And the sunny warmth falls on my wrinkled self,
As the gentle breeze softly caresses my cold skin,
And the wind blows the dry twigs from the trees,
As the wild flowers cover up the small landfills,
And the gentle brook gurgles down the old wooden bridge,
As the lush fields dotted with white lambs pass by,
And soothe the thirsty city bred eyes,
As the sound of chirpy skylarks and magpies,
And the screeching gulls and geese come to my ear,
It makes me feel content and blessed,
And I love and admire my life more!
I only wish the generation next,
Gets the bliss of being in the lap of our Mother Earth!

Mou Majumdar Sarkar

Retreat
Slanting rain falls.
The drops shine like diamonds under the sunlight
And as the water trickles down leaves and roads
It washes the world.
The world is naked again,
It is wild.
Forgotten shadows fade into the night.
They lurk in empty spaces, waiting.
Waiting for someone to shine a light.
At dusk when light retreats,
They fade back into the night.

Rahul Dey

Save Plants, Save Humanity

The sun pierced into my skin
Making me feel the heat of a microwave
As if I was sandwiched between burning metal walls
I felt suffocated like a fish without water
I yearned for the first rain
And there it came
But did not wet me
I ran and stopped in the rain
But it drenched everything except me
Disheartened, I came back
To my house and looked towards
A dying basil plant in the shade
I heard its shrieks out of thirst
Then I watered it tenderly
In a few moments, the hang down leaves smiled gently
They raised themselves to hug me
And I smelt petrichor
I ran towards the field joyfully
And the rain embraced me tightly
And lovingly...

Fatima Afshan

Still Photography

When Mother is bled of her green bloodline

When her parched breasts droop in dry anguish
When the bleached bones of trees expose their cracks
When rivers are held in polymer pitchers
When sunsets are meant to be just sepia prints
When lovers gazes cease to meet
When red roses become stale metaphors
When dew drops miss a lulling palm
When the sky runs dry its reticent tears
When dreams are scattered like autumnal leaves
When stillness permeates like insipid scent
Then poetry becomes a mere click.

Zeenath Ibrahim

The Sun Was Dark

The sun was dark,

Moon so bright...
The bottle fitting cork,
Never so tight.

Those were the days

When we smirked together,
At the simplest of things,
Be it soul,
Or the bag of tanned leather...

But the days of love long gone,

Shall not terminate the battle of life.

Arnab Banerjee

Apocalypse
And we will be born again
And yet again we will belong to each other
Just like we always have, though without a bond
The place may be different
The faces may be odd
But gone will be the days we always fought
Virtuous as ever
And composed like the surface waters
Even the sun would be humble now
And so would be the sting rays
But as fate may have it I would still call itThe beginning to a new end
Just like a tiny pebble is enough to disturb

The tranquillity of a pond

So will the gladsomeness do to all of us
You never can say what might happen next
Maybe the earth goes flat
And of a sudden you fall off and are sucked in
By a black hole that never existed before
But whats even more interesting is
Not what happens there, but what will happen here In this very moment
Will the earthlings be able to survive the end
Of devilry they have been habitual to all their lives
Or will they start a new apocalypse
Half-dead bodies, getting out on roads, hunting each other
Just to compensate the evil that once existed

Arish Dhawan

Hallowed Earth
Breeding boorish beasts
Automated abominations
Calculating callous conmen
This hallowed earth of ours
Craning necks in vain
Searching for Nirvana
Popping pills for pain
This hallowed earth of ours
Growling underbellies
Hunger driven flights
Bells of doomsday

This hallowed earth of ours

Apples pears or cherries
Nothing will remain
If we don't wake up
This hallowed earth of ours

Lily Swarn

My Ailing Mother

Naked earth, concrete jungle

Wide roads, narrow minds
Clean house, dirty home
green tea, no greenery
What have we done??
Our abode is on ventilator
Panting and coughing
Unaware, we are laughing

Mother gives birth

Nurtures and nourishes
Child lost in mirth
Mother slowly perishes
Floods and drought
Is all what we deserve
Soon we will vanish
If we do not preserve
Let us vow to next generation
To give them an earth
With fresh air and pure water
Better than what we inherited
It is a grave urgency today
Protect before it starts to decay
There is only a sole way
Do it now otherwise die some day!!

Megha Sumant Sharma

Wake Up

The need to wake up we hit peak oil in 2005 but ten years later we're still driving gas rides
when we drive
The oceans are dying filled with plastics, toxins and radiation
Every fish population at levels of extinction
But we still go to all you can eat sushi practicing over consumption
The world is just a ball of dysfunction
We use war to bring peace and democracy
The whole thing is full of hypocrisy
We think war will bring us safety that won't bring us security
We need to rethink our morality and face our own mortality
We need to live life in reality we need to live a life of sustainability
We need to rethink our priorities we need to listen to Native American prophecies Mother
Earth has all the remedies
We need to properly blend resources and Technology we can get energy from Earth Wind &
Fire from oceans and green algae.

Guy Canale

Massacre of Dreams

Sometimes our dreams deceive us, and sometimes we deceive dreams;

The heinous event that happened before our eyes bares all.
In this winter morn, the cheerful hearts went to school in uniforms,
Only to return in caskets breaking the hearts and shattering homes.
The dreams of buds to bloom withered so soon;
The sun turned gloomy and the stars wailed along with the moon.
The unbridled storms of hatred galloped the flames of destruction all around;
Burning the buds of life and devastating the garden of dreams.
Terrorists have no religion at all nor know mother's embrace;
For religion is love divine; mothers teach to defend humanity from disgrace.
Heart freezing winds whisper the silent screams of dreams;
Revenge is never justice, bring back the minds gone astray to humanity.
No land ever become Beslan or Peshawar anywhere;
Act now to crush the scourge of terrorism in the air.
Children are the treasures of humanity to be loved and blessed;
Children are the garden of our life to be cared for and loved.
Watch our children play and grow fearlessly as a loving human being;
And see the faces of the dreams lost today like the rays of sun gleam.
We make our hearts an ocean of love and compassion, our deeds the soothing balm;
We pray to Almighty to bestow strength to the broken hearts and dreams to life.

Rameysh Chaand

Beautiful Universe

We live on earth our beautiful universe

Therefore we treasure and we nourish
The beautiful environment to replenish
There is no other place to live
We are born here we learn to give
The green trees around us
The immortal jungle and the forest
They need our help and our attention
To take care of them as we grow
Need them to breathe every tomorrow
The ocean and beyond the sea
We have to take care of our ecology
The Earth we live in is GODs share
As long as each one wishes to live forever
Each one has to heed and take care

The Earth is GOD's mystical creation

Everything is a wonderful gift of nature
We are provided with everything we need
It is all up to us to be grateful and cautious
We are humans to be thankful and gracious

Sha Azam Siddiqui

Happy Were the Days

Happy were the days when I fell on all four
Vast expanse of the sky, greens and wilds galore,
Copious stand today the skyscrapers on the dry floor
A Romantic could have been born but nevermore.
The seas are climbing, the Heaven searing
We have made the gods fuming,
But lo Men have never learned

Unless the fire came blistering.

Happy were the days when the sky was clear for the stars,
We have covered the divine vision while we have reached Mars.
Desert is what we chose to be,
Instead of communion with tree.

Prantik Mitra