By Khushi Garg
Germinating seeds, blooming flowers, wide spectrum trees.
Soul within soul, God within nature.
Tranquilizing aroma of fresh coffee beans mingled with euphoric petrichor of rain.
Constant cosmic sky glued with glittering bright stars and symmetrical constellations.
Screaming at the top of my voice on top of a hill and listening it coming back with lightning speed and resonating frequency.
Continuous chirping of birds, humming of bees and murmuring of insects.
As if trying to fathom some enigmatic secrets of Mother Gaia.
It seems to be some majestic old tales of parallel universe
As things here, have lately changed.
The rain which once used to quench the thirst of many has now turned acidic and poisonous.
Flowers are crumbling, leaves are withering.
Skies have turned opaque, greenery has been replaced with plastic heaps.
Glaciers are melting, food chain is breaking, aqua life is in despair.
Forests are burning, our earth is asphyxiating.
It's woody throat has been slotted mercilessly.
Everything is deteriorating.
It's time to change
To bring out the change!
Before the serene oceans turn furious
Before the divine nature turns heartless
And before my ode turns into an eulogy.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Mother Gaia'
It’s beautiful and esp last line👌
‘And before my ode turns into an eulogy’
Great use of words!!!
Too good