Nov 25, 2023
Queen
Nature spoke, her voice bespoke,
She shared laments, in some hope.
Oh, how she wishes to be free
Dreaming of heaven, where she longs to be.
She showed me her scars
Those that humans gave her,
One from an axe, another from a bulldozer
She's praying for all this to be over.
Her brown body and green locks,
Her twinkling eyes are one of those many stars.
Her arms are trees that hug the sky,
Whispering winds, a lullaby.
She makes it look like everything is free
While on the contrary, she burns to give us these
The wood we get, the food we eat
She is to be destroyed for the things we need.
Perhaps, if we could just stop
And perhaps, if we could not give her those scars
Then maybe she'll be happy again
And that's when we'll find world peace again.
After all, for she is dusk and she is dawn
She is our mother, the queen of all.
Saniya Jha
Saniya Jha, thrives on “do first, think later” philosophy. In her leisure moments, she engages in watching movies and reading. When life’s a mess, she knows the answer: coffee first, problems later.
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