NaPoWriMo Day 28:

Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

A lot is going on with near and dear ones so I ended up writing on Earth Vs. Humans. Just praying for the recuperation of the society!

Poem Title: The Divine Justice

The Judgment Day arrived,

The proceedings had been in progress-

For months or maybe years

‘Twas the case of Earth Vs. Humans

“I have been exploited, oppressed and subjugated,”

Pleaded Supreme Earth

“I offered them my love, my rivers, my pastures,

But this ungrateful species, never cared for this wealth”

For centuries I provided, resources infinite

Hoping in return some care, some reverence

But all they could do, was to burgle my abundance

To misappropriate my reserves, to blemish my opulence

Was it too much that I expected of them?

Did I in anyway, obstruct their manifestation?

Why did they pollute the freshness of my air?

My forests, my oceans, why did they interfere?

Earth was inconsolable, her tears irrepressible,

While humans stood speechless in their justification,

“Wasn’t Earth our possession?”

They were still under contemplation

The judgment was clear as crystal,

The humans deserved a penance,

For their actions and maltreatments,

They were destined to severely suffer

A tiny microorganism was released in Earth’s air

To quietly enter their bodies and play the game of fear

To spread far and wide, across continents and oceans,

To make humans realize, they too were mere creatures

Humans started crumbling,

As virus multiplied,

And virus ruled the planet,

Within a span of a year

Humans pledged to be humane,

They pleaded, offered prayers

“We aren’t supreme,” they assented

But nature’s wrath was now beyond repair

©Vandana Bhasin