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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