People have defaced Mother Earth
By defiling streams, denuding forests
By polluting air with toxic gases
And building structures on mountain crests.
Is it too late to make her smile now
By erasing scars on her face,
By caring for her fauna and flora,
Water, air and natural grace?
(To commemorate World Environment Day on June 5.)
Being a poet
I have never written
A poem on my mother;
For I only wish to see her
As a talking poem
And not as an entity
In cold print.
Past is a storehouse of memories
Always glowing, even in advanced age;
As there was unbridled freedom to engage in acts
Which were often born out of craze.
Every face is an image of
Happiness, misery or tragedy
Of life that has gone by,
But is determined to move into comedy.
And burning sands
Speak of summer.
And dripping leaves
Tell of monsoon.
Whatever the season,
Wisps of joy
And clouds of sorrow
Dapple the sky of my life.
Poems by Dr. Venkataramana K V .