Mumbai, wakes up to unseasonal rains,
She wonders and shudders too
Is that a blessing, she pauses and asks? Or
Is that a sign from the Gods to stop taking #Nature for granted?
She looks around the city, to see
People looking at the sky with joy and fear
Joy at the cool gentle kiss of the breeze
Fear of what these signs foretell
She looks outside the city, to find
Lands parched and exploited by human apathy
Human apathy for the greed of the created world,
Violating boundaries of the same human apathy
In search of #Water
She cries and lift her arms in prayer
To the Gods of heaven, #forgiveness she seeks
For her children,she so gladly nurtures in her arms
For you and me, and for the entire human race
Her motherly love every overflowing and patient
Hoping just like the prodigal son,
You and me, the entire political fraternity and the aam janta
Will one day return and restore her eternal beauty,
She manifests in the forests and rivers,
The mountains and the streams,
The birds and the insects,
As well the big and small animals alike
And amidst these entire manifestations
Rest her most prized creation,
Yes, you guessed it right,
It’s you and me
She asks us, but one question as she goes about sauntering,
With the winds and the trees,
How can this #Mother still be relevant in your #growth story?
O Modern Man
– #SJ
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