Each one of then had an expression, not difficult to perceive,
I was about to pluck one of them, was their guess.
We look prettiest amongst our tribe, they exclaimed,
We don’t desire being lonely in your golden vase, even if you label it success.
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay
I don’t have anything to give you, he said, as I was leaving
But you have been a very nice mother.
So here’s a green bracelet especially made for you,
And like this one you will never find another…!!
Its made up of warmth that mother earth gives us,
And the love that I have for you,
But mom do you think these greens will remain after a few decades,
Save Soil is the only MANTRA from my point of view.
Simi
#myclicks
Uprooted are those beliefs of brotherhood, love and peace,
The countries now fight for not just land.
Each one has his own God, and own religion,
No one, not even brothers go hand in hand.
The doorway to heaven they all want to explore,
On the mother earth, they don’t wish to live
The desires now have priorities, not requirements,
Not a moment to introspection they want to give.
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati
We need it too to bloom fully,
Soil is the mother of all, not few.
Our colour, our vigour, our vibrance all comes from her,
To spread this message, we are dancing too..!!
Simi
#savesoil #ishafoundation
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