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Vettiness-III

I live to follow her steps

I breathe to listen her sing

Tears roll down when she is in pain

For all her effort has been in vain

Cry she does in pain and anger

floods us with rain and drought

Protect me did she eons gone by

For her I shall even die

Once her eyes used to twinkle

Now her face is full of creases and wrinkle

Oh mother earth do not worry I am here.

For I am no president nor minister!

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5 responses

  1. wow!

    December 22, 2009 at 6:06 pm

  2. Very well written..and very thoughtful..bravo

    December 22, 2009 at 6:50 pm

    • viswajithkn

      thanks comfy…my personal opinion though = its pathetic!

      December 22, 2009 at 7:01 pm

  3. i left a comment on this..i swear…what’s happening to my comments 😦

    ok i said, nice 🙂 very nice.

    December 23, 2009 at 1:52 am

    • viswajithkn

      I was thinking that it did not match up to your standard of poetry and hence you did not bother commenting on this! 😀 thanks anyway!

      December 23, 2009 at 1:57 am

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