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No Love for Mother Earth Weeping for Development

Mother Earth 
weeps
taxied by
man’s ruthless
intervention
making it
a graveyard
of corporate
inorganic
dumps
with the
secret connivance
of greedy hands
gnawing
groping
for interests
selfish...

how do we
strike a balance
between
growth and
sustenance…

the soil weeps,
our riverbeds weep...

the broken up
hills, blurred,
where the
Quarry exists

amidst
blasts
and breakups...

nature
struggles
suffocates
to death...

our paddy
fields
loaded
with buildings
with interests
mercenary...
industrial units
shopping
complex...

how we get
reports
of rare types
of cancers
canker like
destroyingeven the budding
innocents...

polluted air,
water
foodstuff, even
babies in
womb affected...

On another
side
wars,
wanton
killings...

when will
we learn
the basic ethics
of cohabitation,
“to live
and let live.”

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Dr. Molly Joseph
Dr Molly Joseph, a bilingual professor and poet from Kerala, has published 26 books, including 18 poems, two novels, and two storybooks for children. She has edited "A Handbook of Contemporary Ethics" and works for values, global peace, and togetherness. Dr Joseph has won national and international accolades and represents India at SAARC and FOSWAL literature meets. She believes in the power of the word and writes boldly on contemporary matters.

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