A Conversation With Mother Earth

 

The inspiration for this poem has been Kabir's famous Doha 

माटी कहे कुम्हार से, तू क्या रौंदे मोहे 
एक दिन ऐसा आएगा, मैं रौंदूंगी तोहे 

Man asked:
O Earth, I kneel with weary soul,
Where hatred burns and wars take toll.
Kings preach with venom’s breath,
And faith becomes a cause for death.

They steal what’s not theirs to claim,
They tarnish truth, they play the blame.
They crush the rights of those who plead
Tell me, O Earth, is this their creed?

Is it worth the blood, the cries, the flame?
Is this the legacy of man’s name?

Earth replied:
I’ve held the feet of kings and slaves,
Of saints who prayed and knaves with blades.
The rich, the poor, the young, the old—
All walk my skin, both meek and bold.

They build their temples, mosques, and shrines,
From soil that’s mine, in sacred lines.
They preach of peace, yet sow despair—
Still, I embrace them unaware.

I do not judge, I do not speak,
I cradle the strong, I cradle the weak.
But when their breath has ceased to roam,
They all return to me alone.