Dear Mother Earth,
Have you slept
Or seen peace
Within walls of your chamber?
Can I clean your windows
For the invisible hand
To write peace
On their reflecting glory?
Can I wash off blood
From your rivers,
Beautiful streams
And savouring springs?
Can I delete the records
Of burial you gave your offsprings
In the grave of your heart?
Tears are rainfall;
Sometimes they wash
Only our body
But not our soul
Hence, can I find a key
To unlock your soul
For my tears to wash your soul?
I know you’re strong
But you’re a weeping pride
Be strong,
Hope is an antidote.