Many Earths
You can create as many earths as you like
No matter
Outside or within this earth
No matter
How mach big or little those shall be
You may not listen to
The pathetic farewell song of
Birds flying towards south
Whether you ask the silent cascade
For its opinion on your opinion of creating new earths
This ever spinning earth has
Always loved to see you
Multiplying your goals, exponentially
Amplifying your dreams, horribly
And, there is ample of space
In this liberal universe
Your ambitious red eyes
Can’t see wounds
That you have gifted to this earth
With ‘zero greed’
Human have always misused its technology
To exploit others:
The educated parasites have
Started gnawing continuously
The crust, fat, muscular tissues, bones
Of earth
Accumulation of properties can make you “rich”
But at cost of
Earth’s silent cry
You wish passionately to multiply
Multiply
And multiply
Ok, you multiply
Your desires
Existence
And markets
But do you know
That this anomic earth
Is bored of your hungry needs?
You can go anywhere
And build your earth of your choice
You can do anything you like
But you don’t have the option
Ro choose between
Your lunatic life and
Earth
Your ego flies over
The empty nests of some newly extinct birds
Whatever big number
After you multiply something with something
You are badly in need of ‘one’
You are deeply aware
That you are gradually losing
Your ‘One’
-The Earth
