She carved herself through the equator Cried tears of magma Hoisted herself from the crater Just to make urvarā She did it for us Divine Mother, Bhoomi Devi Without a sound, without a fuss Carried the burden, ever heavy She moved through the world Through us now too Teeth bared, fists curled Never once withdrew Gave birth to the man And his strength too She never claimed more than Just equal to Honor the suffrage Herstory never lost Make room for her rage Now we bear the cost In rockets adorned with silica We abandon her for the sky Gearing up to destroy ākāsā We’ve made our mother cry Patient yet, She pleads that we stay All can be forgiven, If we correct the wrongs of our ways She loves us still -- God’s golden children But can’t excuse the evil Done by our billions Beheading her forests Drilling through her core Plastic invasions by tourists She can’t take any more What’s left to do? When we’ve ravaged her so How do we start anew? Where’s left to go? Original Poem by Divya Balakrishnan All rights reserved.
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