Surendra Gautam
The Life-force broke the ice of centuries,
And enunciate:
“Oh, Earthlings!”
Why your existence has not yet withered?
Because I weigh up the existence of myself,
And be obligated to endure your beings.
While my resources undergo its limits,
Why your adamantine desires have not halted yet?
The cycle of life force is on the verge of Crucifixion,
And, cannot resurrect again,
Till conceived is omitted by pollution and desertification.
“Oh, Terrans!”
The decay of marine plankton in vast Ocean,
And the decline of Arctic Sea ice isn’t my rhythm,
Changes in place’s usual weather, either.
Oh, Slayer of the entire universe,
Think of the snow-less mountains, smell the air you inhale,
Inspect the marine chaos, and reckon the plant-less deserts.
And gauge about the lifeless future.
Aren’t you aghast of your chaotic mirage?
Hey, So-called rationales’!
The life’s support system is at endanger,
Be gentle, sober, and gratified,
Comprehend the aura of living beings
And, make homely earth that suits life’s legacy.