I have no wish
to fly away like a bird
or touch the sky like air
I don’t want to be as beautiful
and fragrant as flowers
or just as a decoration piece
I don’t want to be worshipped
like a goddess either…

I’m the soil, the earth
and I’m happy
beneath the feet
of my own people
always smiling for them
I smile when my chest is ploughed
feeling no pain of hoes and sickles

hilling, tilling, digging and weeding
make me sculpted
for planting seeds to grow
cereals, vegetables and fruits
to feed my own progenies
I forget my labour pains
when I see their smiling faces
I feel proud to see them
playing in my lap,
while I sing my lullabies for them…

I’m eternal mother
my only wish
I remain fertile throughout
to keep my own people
nourished, nurtured and flourished
and last, but not the least
a bit of thoughtfulness from them
to help me fulfill my aspirations…

–Kaushal Kishore

images: pixabay



  1. I love this poem, and the beautiful way you honour our Mother Earth! Again, very apt reminder about the dangers, if not addressed, of climate changes, the topic of the conference in Glasgow.
    Indian PM is taking part, and it is regarded as of great importance worldwide.

    Thank you, Kaushal!


    PS The sweet I promised to take a bite, I will eat more, as it is part of celebrating Diwali!

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    1. Thank you, Joanna for your kind words and consistent support, as also for sharing the news of Glasgow conference.

      I’m pleased, Joanna for relaxing the restriction. I’m sure you’ll like it to have more. Thanks again!


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