THE CURSE

Special memories are connected with this particular poem. It was written on May 29,1998 for Inter-District School World Environment Day competition, held on June 06,1998.I don’t think that I had taken poetry writing seriously until I actually won first prize for this one 🙂

 

In the darkness of the night

Lies the darkness of human’s creating

Which seems so glamorous

But hath no truth in it!!

I sit here and look at the world around me

What I see is not the green trees,

The blue sky and the clear fields,

But the curse of human’s creation.

The gift as they say

To the new generation

They gift as they say

Will brighten up the future.

The gift as they say for which we will thank our ancestors.

The world around me seems so frightening

Specially with this un-destructive Monster

Lying all around me.

Everything around has lost its glory

The glory created by God.

The un-destructive Monster scattered everywhere I see.

Scattered everywhere breeding destruction for thee – My Land!!

The Land that I hold safe in my hands

To pass it down to the new generation.

Oh! Dearly loved land,

Stand still and be prepared to be sacrificed!

Sacrificed for the sake of others,

Others who never loved thee!!

Thy sacrifice will not be long remembered

Cause the master of destruction,

The Human’s own creation,

The gift as they say to the future generation

Moves slowly and steady towards thee.

My memories carry me back

To the days of my childhood,

When the blue sky was the roof of the world

And the green fields the carpet for thee.

Those days when the fragrance of the flowers filled the air

And the green lawns were the blanket for thee

Today thou lie without cover,

Thy delicate skin exposed to the heated rays of light!

And the Monster sits upon thee

Sits watching and laughing at thy helplessness,

While thou pray for our safety.

Oh! Dearly loved Land – be still,

Prepare thyself for death!!

For the Monster’s long hands stretches for thee

The Gift from us has become a curse for thee

And when thou suffer I suffer with thee.

The rain has forgotten its way to thee

Cause thou have changed because of the gift bestowed on thee.

It was meant to be a gift

But how sad thou art with it!!

Because the gift of mankind

Has become a Curse for thee!