By Smita Bharadwaj
The roof top of the world –Tibet is pristine,
The natural order is perfect and divine
Where spring the Yangtze, Ganges and Mekong,
Nourishing mankind as they flow along.
Pausing on the Tibetan mountain trail,
Let us confess the guilt, greed and how we fail
The melting glaciers seem so helpless indeed
Pleading us to take only what we need.
A drop of water -nothing is more precious
But mankind has misused this gift glorious,
By wounding the creative forces of universe
Beware- it seems that God’s must be furious.
Shrinking glaciers and drying rivers of water elusive,
Our symbol of creation is in a crisis massive
All on the brink and yet we do not recognize
Time to wake up – there is trouble in paradise.
The sacred waters with magical healing powers
Bless for baptism and rituals before prayers
Accept scattering of ashes in its gentle preserves,
A spiritual cleansing with sacred forces of the universe.
Silent springs and mighty rivers are altars
Bringing peace and health to those who immerse,
Water spirits’ blessings flow deep and wide
Purifying the elements and helping as intuitive guide.
The fluid in the womb is –Mother of waters
Infused with life giving magical powers,
From cathartic tears to the holy rituals sublime
Multifarious water is finite and wasting it is a crime.
Climate change, gas emissions and other menace
Will affect the azure, emerald and turquoise aqua surface
While the planet warms up, our hearts are going cold
By Smita Bharadwaj
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