събота, 11 октомври 2025 г.

Shilpi Chowdhury, Bangladesh - poem

 GOOD EARTH

In this fragile world From the hard shel they sprouted and raised hands to become the seedlings after long patients of suppressed nights Waited for the love of ray Pearl drops from the sweet heaven To transform into green to gray They are not only the seedlings. Our children, under concrete. Our hope, desire and longing love Extended delighted part of our body and soul Now smashing by the atomic energy But we are not yelling for them Only craving to satisfy desires We are searching for self love Concerned with self pain and obstacles We have no time to see around No time to nourish them With some love- water and daylight Oh!!! Shame on me On my craving soul As I forgot to live and shine together With all. To make a good earth!!!

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