To the Mother of all mothers

"Hello Mother, how are you today.
You don't look jolly well
On this fine Sunday"

Mother looked morose. She looked gloomy and sad
Mother had trenches under her eyes, big round sacks.  

"What is wrong, deary, tell me you worries."
But mother is a sacrificial idol
Mother is the epitome of doing anything for survival

"You looked so pretty, when I was born
A good quarter century ago. On a beautiful morn"

I remember mother being around me everywhere.
Silently watching over me, making sure I was aware.

Mother has been silent, silent for a while now
She doesn't fight, she endures all the plight of mankind. HOW?

I remember her, being a feisty old lady
Retaliated when obstinate men abused her
Mother went on a rampage

Her wrath, not containable
A Tsunami, an earthquake
Mother kept check on the gives and take
Of life.

Now her children swallow her wholly
Why does she let them treat her sorely

"Mother do not give up hope.
Your children love you, but they take you for granted
You need to remind them of who is in charge

You need to show them who is more important
You divinity and you soul?
Or the grave-digging company of coal."  

Dedicated to mother nature