Survival

Man’s avarice will ultimately lead to mother Earth dying. But, could there be hope?

 

Six feet under the ground, it started its journey homeward bound.

It cleaved a path in the damp dirt, in its voyage to the surface of the Earth.

It said to its mother, “I know you live; I can feel your heartbeat.

Mother, do not abandon me now for what I attempt is a mean feat.

 

I’m going to fight my way upward bound, until I emerge above the mound.

It’s a journey I need to complete Mother, before you sleep forever.

I know you are weary and weep; you have given up hope, lost your drive.

Help me mother, aid me to survive”, it said as it did upward strive.

 

Mother listened as she had for eons; she equally loved all her sons.

She took a mighty breath, sucked in some strength and shuddered.

She knew she had to hold aloft her son, the fate of the world mattered.

She was dying but her son still held hope. Yes, maybe there was still scope?

 

It pushed up above, parted the soil; took a breath of air, ending its long toil.

It lay on mother’s bosom, then uncurled its body and attempted to stand.

Oh! It was such a worthy attempt; the tiny seedling’s gesture was grand.

It gave life with every breath it took and the pall of gloom that mankind wore, shook!


Image – Noah Buscher via unsplash

 

 

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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