The Tranced Earth

  

 

Nothing goes waste.

Flowers fall on the grass dark and brittle

grass dies as body burn in the fire of life

you absorb everything and send them back       

to cry and laugh in tireless hide and seek.

 

Rain falls on you clouds burst

heat wave crack your skin

the wind lashes at your younglings

fire blackens you in intemoperate guile

you playfully mother their shenanigans

Nothing goes waste.

 

Bones and flesh which you create

comeback to you round the clock

miners blast you to steal your wealth 

you never whine or whimper

you fill up all gaps of time

created by man's atomic hunger.

Nothing goes waste.

 

I know I'll enter you

not like Sita in proud womanhood

I'll burn on your breast

after I pay back your gifts

in my humble creativity

but I pray when you bring me back

give me what you have denied me this time.

Nothing  goes waste.