Man is Digging His own Grave
By foolishly disturbing decent ecological balance
The greedy man is digging his own grave,
He denudes the dauntless mighty mountains,
He pats his back and claims to be brave,
He hampers all growth, gain and glory
The hapless victims tell a tragic story.
The nature is like a generous mother,
She provides food to all on this earth,
The kind sun with its warming rays
Cheerfully and patiently protects all birth,
For making man, God uses a unique mould
And bestows upon humans glittering gifts untold.
But the thankless man destroys Nature’s plan,
Because of his insatiable hunger and greed,
He daringly defies the dictum of decency
And hoards much more than his actual need
His odious acts restrict all evolution,
And give birth to bloody revolution.
Imagine the death, destruction and devastation,
Caused by cruel and tyrant flash flood
The ravaging rivers and calamitous cloud burst,
Produce scenes of sorrow that freeze human blood
The furious nature narrates “to each and every action
There is an equal and opposite reaction.”
It is high time for humanity to hark,
The voice of compassion, virtue and reason
The rain will fall, the violent winds will blow,
They are the symbols of regularly changing season
Calm contented mind and peaceful soul
Can ensure that grave is not our goal.
(Based on fury of Nature that caused death and destruction in Uttarakhand)
ęCopyright Institute of Sikh Studies, 2014, All