Author: Nyasa Kamargaonkar, Class IX A
It’s free and so wild;
Vividly it radiates,
So lovely and careless;
It wonders and wonders at the end,
It’s dainty and unbound,
Dazzling with glee,
How I’d love to see,
See her fly free,
Like she was bound to be seen,
The flowers and wind,
The grass and zephyr,
How dearly they bestow
on the lovely little butterfly,
In a life of harmony,
So much beauty and free,
How I’d love to see, I’d love to see,
And may be forever free,
In unbound glee.
Gaia, the goddess of heart and soul;
On outside so serene;
but shedding tears of her melting soul,
The mother, so tender and benevolent;
Yet fight to survive.
Soon she’ll get tired, get tired of the atrocities;
the inhumane in the human,
The monster in us;
The subjugation and fear, the cages at her rear,
The smog and the shackles
Held onto her so callously.
The moment mother turns and wrenches;
The day she’ll have enough;
The day shackles of rage shall shatter.
Heavens would pray through to no help,
She’ll leave humanity to knee,
Beseeching and crying and screeching like once she did,
And deaf she’ll be to all the noise, like once to her.
Mother of humanity,
Yes, she cherishes us all and all so dearly,
But shall you rend the heart of that precious soul,
But shall you slaughter the love she always bore,
All that shall happen is that humanity is never bound to repair,
For Gaia,
She’s the mother of heart and soul.
