Benevolent
Mother nature
provides in abundance
for her children to feed
unabashedly they perform C-sections
to satiate their greed.
And she gets killed every day, every minute
like a golden goose
her sons and daughters make merry
forgetting they are tightening themselves
their own noose.
Yet being a mother, she does not tweet
reserving them a berth
for ancestors to meet
and offers her body for carving out
a place measuring, six by two feet.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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