NATURE Poem: The Lost Child ~, by Megha Rawat

You filled my hunger, and I tore you down,
While you soothed my senses with your endless blue skies.
I smeared your beauty with my dirt,
And though you give without end,
I am a human with consciousness of gods ,
Yet I have learned no gratitude.

You gave me the river’s song, the forest’s breath,
The gentle warmth of the sun, the shade of the tree.
I took it all without a thought,
Harvesting your gifts with greed and haste,
Leaving scars where once there was peace.

Instead, I steal from you with all my might,
Ripping at your heart, blind to your pain.
I ravage your lands, destroy your soul
I am a thankless child,
And you, Mother Nature,
The giver of all,
Suffering silently under my hands?

When my soul feels empty,
I drift, lost in search,
Chasing questions, swallowed by doubt,
Blind to the answers that lie within you.
Do I not see the truth you offer—
The giving, the unconditional love?

Your grace endures, even when I falter,
Yet I cannot seem to learn.
For I have forgotten how to truly see you

For in your beauty, I see only what I can take,
And in your silence, I hear only what I have broken.
Will you ever forgive me mother ?
Says your lost child!