The Earth is Not Ours to Possess by Navneet K. Maun
poem reflecting on human roles and mortality
In the rear balcony
I beheld a fat, tabby cat
stretched out regally, luxuriously
basking in the sun,
a smug look, licking its whiskers.
Alas, my premonition was correct
It had gobbled up a pigeon,
A mere fledgling,
for the feathers scattered around
were few and soft looking.
I recoiled at the brutality.
My voice of reason whispered
It is the Survival of the fittest.
The spectre of a nuclear holocaust
hangs over humanity
like the sword of Damocles
threatening mass obliteration.
Martyrdom at what cost?
The kith and kin condemned
to a life of emotional incumbrance.
The pestilence of war
comes and retreats like waves
lulling the senses
fanning false hopes.
Mans’ obsession for land
perennial since antiquity.
Why must the Nations big or small
be jaundiced, covetous?
Considering their tenure on Earth so brief.
The recent Pandemic has expounded
The sanctity of life.
Mother Earth needs to heal too,
her flora and fauna recuperate
to prevent a Wasteland.
After all, how much land
does a Coffin occupy
when a person is reduced to dust.
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