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A green date

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The flowers cried
to see me cut and lay bare
A show of solidarity;
 at least they cared

The quietness belied the sinister
The fall too added colour,

 Oh, what irony!
to hear passers-by
marvel at the beauty,
but not reckon its cruelty

A few hands nurture
A hundred, but, torture
I cried to thee,
 let me be
Why the hate, when I’m your mate?

I plead to humanity
allow me to live, to multiply
Your own life is at stake
Yet you repeat the mistake

It’s not too late,
to re-write your fate
let’s go on a green date

Written for 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe- my first for Write Tribe.



Comments

  1. Green dates are needed. Nice message.
    Very touching words, Uma.

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  2. mankind is being cruel to nature.. i wonder what will happen if NATURE becomes cruel to mankind

    Bikram

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    1. It's already showing..droughts and floods at the same time, increased temperatures..still we remain defiant!

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  3. Nice message and so true we neglect nature and forget that it's fury can annhiliate us !

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  4. Your words touch my heart, Uma. Such a heartfelt plea. I hope the world is listening. Lovely, lovely take :)

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    1. Thank you so much, Shailaja! yes, hope things change..

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  5. When one man does not leave another man, how will he leave nature.

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    1. Yes, that's the sad truth, Ushaji..can only hope for better sense to prevail in the future. Thanks for visiting :-)

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  6. Lovely poem Uma! Really sad that man is acting as if he owns earth. We are but a part of it ..

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    1. yes, Aarthy..last evening about 4 huge coconut trees that lined the outside of my complex wall were uprooted. Supposedly, for an upcoming road! Can you imagine my pain?

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  7. Love each and every word, in particular the last ones. It touched the heart on the despairing world gone blind and who will not spare nature & life for their dirty end.

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  8. Oh, this gave me goosebumps. The rhyming is just so wonderful and freeing.

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