She's calling....

I was born free,

Shining as a pearl in sun’s glory.

A lush green cover on my breast,

An unending treasure lay in my crest;

Soaked in a nectar deep blue,

Never did an intruder pass through.

I gave birth to a lovely son,

His eyes glowing, face blazing in the sun;

Bestowed him with all I had,

Never gave him a reason to be sad;

Nested him from a chilling cold and a simmering summer,

Cradled the baby with care as to a fragile flower;

Camouflaged him from venomous snakes and the deadly hornet,

In return, he called me The Blue Planet.

Alas! Blooming out, allured into him an ambitious,

His desires grew, his thoughts turned vicious;

Swelled in him, a sense of sore for others,

Envied the ones he had once called his brothers;

Divided me into fragments very smartly,

Exploited my assets whole heartedly;

I was deafened by my sons’ cries,

Hordes of whom everyday used to die;

Drowning in my own blood,

My golden graffiti turned into mud;

Never did my voice in his mind ring,

Besieged by the success song he used to sing.

For his pleasures, I had to be chained,

All my power, my energy was drained;

Still not content with what he had amassed,

Looted my wealth, he could’ve otherwise asked;

Oblivious of the warnings I gave to him,

He lay lull under the shade of deadly toys he had made for him.

Visualizing his future, I shriek,

Thoughts of his end make me freak;

Giving an air to his burning crave,

He’s burying himself deep in his grave.

I feel like closing my eyes,

Condoning those dark skies.

Helpless I bear his unjust hate,

Looking at his unlucky fate.