Heal The Ailing Earth

Terrestrial riches galore
eternally stored
niche
by niche
in the crust casket-

the womb
the earth conceives
bearing bread,
habitation
and fresh air

she holds a cornucopia
of resources
to breed and feed
her kids
nature her sentinel

Mother takes care
of all;
now time for us
to nurse to heal her-
the ailing Earth

Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar
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