If She Could revolt

In our stride, to achieve modernity,

Greedily we have destroyed, her divinity,

Slowly, we have added in her life, 

Tons of garbage, through labyrinths of pipe.

Since time immemorial, we have blackened her face,

Have taken sheen off her stilly surface,

And, yet in theory, we have treated her as deity,

And, that deity, we have painted dirty.

Ever wondered, if someday she could revolt,

How blackened will be our skin and cloth?

If she started throwing back the garbage,

In heaps our corpse will melt, dead in the carnage.

From the shower, she will drip black in rage,

There will be just dirt, on every single page,

All colours will be lost, in that blackhole

Will you drink water, black as charcoal?

To save our future, from this ignominy,

Let’s make sure, we keep her face clean and pretty,

Else in rage, she will destroy our presence,

Humanity will be left with a face so blackened.

(c)Amit Agarwalla