My Mother
My Earth...
Both of them
Deserves to be "cared"
" An Hour- for a change"
The beam appears
and the blanket falls...
the streams flows...
and the bird calls...
But,
We are always entangled
for we don't give them a look..
to drench ourselves in the shower
and to touch the brook...
to feel the grass
and smell the woods...
Life-???
Hypocrite, mean and completely rude...
We are ....don't you feel so..???
The days went and you let it go...
Immortals are those
who sleep beneath
the green canopy...
Air-they breath..
On the verdant moss-quit-turf...
their heads rest..
To be in the Wild,
the feeling so pure,
is the best..
In the three centuries
of two dozen hours...
We are always concerned
about the materials-the powers...
To play with those beasts
and the meandering springs...
The gentle cool gust of breeze
that swifts and brings...
to our heart ;
The Love , the Joy and the Effervescence....
The Beauty , The Life and the Reminiscence...
But,
Her heart melts to glance us...
The painful Sour !!!
Thousands, We are...
Centuries
Decades
Years
Months
Days...
Can't you give an Hour?
[ A second means a lot let-alone- An hour ]
Don't get perplexed and go mute...
I gave Her an Hour...
to hark those flute...
Now its your turn to care for the Earth...
Lucky will be you..and pious your Birth...
Fantasized by-
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
Mitrapark, Kathmandu,
23rd March-2011-Nepal
Time:1:00 pm, Cloudy Day...
An Earth Hour Day..
And Going Beyond an Hour.....
Will be there for the hour..:)..:))
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