An Open Letter to Mother Earth



















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Substance of the poem

This pattern poem is an open letter to the earth, our Mother, who gave us our birth and development. However, instead of feeling grateful, we try to destroy her purity. We are boastful, full of pride and anger, we are full of jealousy and greed. Hence, for our own misdeeds, we have to suffer her wrath or counteraction that puts us to an end. Actually, just like a fond mother, earth loves us as well as teaches us. Still, we evince falsehood that looks like the truth. That is to say, we take refuge to equivocation. We must then learn from the Earth's mildness and genuineness how to be truthful and honest. We need it very much. Therefore, we request or beg our mother earth not to punish us. It is an earnest appeal to her. This poem has been shaped in the shape of the earth, It is a pattern poem.









The poem - "An Open Letter to Mother Earth" - A pattern poem

O, my!
O, Mother Earth,
O, our dear Mother Earth,
Long ago, you gave us our birth;
We, instead of being full of gratitude,
Slaughter our mother, that is, you. Why?
For we feel like humbug, full of pride and
Full of anger, full of envy and full of greed.
We bring in your wrath that we never know
Can put us to eternal end. Yet, we do show
Our fake falsehood in the shape of sooth.
Teach us how indeed to be full of truth.
It’s the need of the very hour or day.
Never say, “Come what come may.
O, you’ll die before your birth.”
Please, Mother Earth!
Mercy us all!

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