Let me touch your soil Let me bow down to thee And touch your feet With utter regards O my dear Gaia , My Motherland Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.
Your vermilion east horizon Resonating the chirps of passerines Their warmth and gaiety Mesmerizing even the welkin's Sun And I wake up then In that pleasant dawn Hearkening the lay of nightingale.
Trickling beyond The thickets and canopies Of Magnolia , Maple and Pine The Majestic Royal sunshine The velvety textured petal claded Path of forest climes Hugging you , O my mother To provide you warmth In days of algid blue winter And make you fertile.
Swaying , brushing gently Where soft sweet psithurism of zephyr Over golden paddy fields Amidst lush green mango trees I bow down to thee O my dear Gaia , My Motherland Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.
The land of golden harvest Where flows Holy Ganga From melting rimes of Gangotri Ingesting Universe's sins In her Holy water amicably Where flow Yamuna , Brahmaputra , Cauveri And Nile and Mississippi I bow down to thee O my dear Gaia , My Motherland The queen of the universe Accept my orison Which I offer to you , earnestly.
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It's Earth Day I wonder if we can sow seeds Of humanity and togetherness Plough soft soil with unity and kindness To inculcate this huge responsibility And promote a healthy sustainability Not considering it as one of the good deeds
Water plants as we greet them every morning And the leaves wave happily as they sway Drawing sorrows and sadness away A beautiful pretty flower smiles in the evening Telling me to live a day extra in her lap Feeling the zephyr, fly, twirl, rejoice and clap
Mesmerised by the magic of nature around Just like petrichor scent knocks our senses Mother earth wears green lushes as a dress Feels her warmth while walking on ground And watch the stars sparkling abound Getting lost in the horizon & zenith's sound
This habit of watering the plants has been inculcated by both of my grandmothers. I consider this habit as a meditation. Whenever I roam around the plants I touch their branch and hear what the heart of the nature has to say. I wonder how they look at us. If with love and warmth or anger and despair. They keep their promise of providing shade and fruits. It is time we keep our promise by safeguarding their existence. Let's just not celebrate this day by praising the gifts of Mother Earth Let's make a pledge we accept the gift with humility and treat it as a responsibility. Inculcating a healthy sustainability.