THE AGE OF THE EARTH IS NUMBERED
The sun danced along joyfully, The moon clapped beautifully, The breeze swung here and there The stars came, singing of hope, The oceans, the rivers and the sand gathered in the field to watch nature. When you go home do not eat, The manner shall fall this night, The activist shall rise without mouth, Without your nose shall mouth stand, The age of Mother Nature is written on my palms and can be counted here. Tell grave that mother must not come to her with a bleeding body that curse, Tell the idle ants not to boast to father, Tell the jobless birds that the nature is angry, Make them eat their vomits and venoms For being jobless in the market place of the skies. I can stand and judge the earth, I can count the forests with my eyes, Do not look at my eyes locked away, I am the night of the night in dreams when Nature comes home with me, on the Bamboo chair shall he sit to eat. The age of mother earth is numbered; Her a...