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Workshop # 11
Earth's Cry

Men have worshipped me since ages
Over centuries
Millions of children have I borne
My children
Built ships and bridges
Over my seas
Planes that fly
Over my skies
Made great scientific and spiritual advances
And have prospered over the years
When I think of their achievements my
Heart swells up with motherly pride,

But my children
Built weapons of mass destruction,
Attacked their neighbors
Looted and burnt villages
Fought and killed their brothers
In the name of religion
Destroyed and desecrated
Monuments of worship
Raped my daughters
And have disrobed me
In shame, I hide my head,
When I think of their deeds.

They have bound my feet,
By drilling my oceans for oil
Building dams over my rivers
Burning down my jungles for fuel
Destroying my flora and fauna
For their petty material gains.
My heart feels heavy with all their deeds
I feel I can't go on

I break out and erupt
Sometimes in my pain
Yet I can't bear my children's grief,
My heart goes out to them
In their sorrow
I know I must go on
I know the future
Will be bright one day
My children
Will learn lessons from their past
So here I stand
Awaiting the future of hope
Patiently and quietly.

Nayan S. Mijar
April 19, 2002

Workshop # 11
Poetry
  
A Moment Withheld by Mahesh Jambunathan
An Unbearable Sight by Meenakshi Madhur 
Conqueror by Christine M. McCabe 
Earth's Cry by Nayan S. Mijar
Enigma of Grace by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD  
Face Value by Hillol Ray 
From Womb To Tomb by Hillol Ray 
He Stole Her by Priya S 
I Feel Ashamed by Manish Hatwalne  
Look Inside by Bijal Dwivedi
Oh My Beautiful Lady by Seema Banerjee
Pause by Anton Piskac 
Satisfying Silence by Hillol Ray 
Second Thoughts by Hillol Ray 
Shame by Pavalamani Pragasam 
She – The Indian Woman by Priya S 
Simple Questions by Seema Banerjee 
The Body is Clothe by Rati Saxena
The Dark Beauty in Chains by AJ Rao 
The Grace of a Woman by Sonya Fuertes 
True Colors by Seema Banerjee 
Veiled Elegance by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD 
Weeping by Sushma Raman
What Do You See by Maria Reed-Shore 
Who Am I? by Seema Banerjee     
You Wait by Jaideep Mujumdar  

 

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