PARCHED LANDS
Stare at the parched lands?
How deep the scars you think?
Shrivelled in pain, she moans till day
Yet no heed ! You understand and care?
Her chaffed skin. Her brazen hair,
A thousand tales they say……
She alone and only she can tell
The barrenness caused in her!
Awake oh mankind! Old and new
Deserted, She cries for help
The womb to the eternal life she is
The Earth, the Woman lament alike
Awaiting respite and respect
In the world it is!
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