Author: Mishca Mahajan, Class VIII C
The rough winter cold sets in like a king claiming his crown
Sweet, sweet loneliness passes itself around
Broken souls in a dead world
Fragility is the only thing we humans have conserved
The earth is not dying, we are.
It doesn’t need life to live
We do and yet we seem to be taking it away
“Save the environment,” they say
But the environment doesn’t need saving, we do.
The earth will always become new
While our maladies will spread ceaselessly
Yet we take the damage unflinchingly
As we will continue to,
Until we realise how rough the winter cold has become
And our problems have survived this wild run.
It is us who lynched the sea
It is us who scorched the desert
It is us who adulterated the breeze
It is us who stopped the rebirth
Yet it is we who have to bear
The rough winter cold that comes with growing old
The earth flourishes as it grows older, we do not
It is not the earth that needs saving, it is its children
We cannot survive how rough the winter cold will become.
