Nature’s Mistake

A mother’s voice calls out wild,
come back, come back my child.
her voice is meek with a rhythmic strain,
haunting waves of sadness, all in vain.
But the child, a mischievous child,
Has his ears deaf and vision mild.

Rising sun tells the story,
Past fury and the glory,
Gallant moon crawls through all night,
And sleeps along amidst day light.
Timid trees, meadows and the greenery,
All en bound by ur maternity.
Mother … u r beautiful,
With … life bountiful.

Ur mistake still haunts u…
One of ur sons has betrayed u,
He walks along challenging u,
Destroying blossoms anew,
He changes u at his pursue,
But u never sentence sue.

He is polluting u with fumes of death,
He is ruling u from head to depth.
U r put to struggle in depravity,
As he prowls along with cruelty.
Oh! Mother ur pious mind,
Confers him a chance to respire in ur rind.

Still u will have to witness
Death of ur son, who is restless,
He shall pinch himself off with anguish,
And hence, forever, perish.
This will b the price,
Of ur lone miss-deed, ur mistake,
U made him think,
U gave him brain
U made him survive,

Adapt, adapt and thrive…

12/2/2002