The Lament Of The Earth Poem by HEMRAJ KOIRALA

Have you heard the bawl of the Earth.
The holy mother, the cause of thy birth.
Is mourning with tear-dropped eyes.
And her babble reverberates in the Sky.

Mum laments, addressing the supreme kid.
Babe! my wet eyes are of your did.
The God gave me the green pulchritude.
You razed off and made me nude.

You deplumed my jewels and gems.
Made arduous to shield my shame.
I illed of of a warming globe.
Vitiates me bestial every lobe.

My argent crown is smelting off.
Vessels are vitiated with putrid stuff.
Air is perverted and become venomous.
toxic cloud torments me with acidic gush.

Now I am forlorn because of you.
And unable to endure the continuous hew.
So stop the hewing and plant more tree.
Only the tiller can fetch back my glee.
Only the tiller can fetch back my glee.