Benevolent Poem by Tribhawan Kaul

Mother nature
provides in abundance
for her children to feed
unabashedly they perform C-sections
to satiate their greed.

And she gets killed every day, every minute
like a golden goose
her sons and daughters make merry
forgetting they are tightening themselves
their own noose.

Yet being a mother, she does not tweet
reserving them a berth
for ancestors to meet
and offers her body for carving out
a place measuring, six by two feet.