The Cries Of Silent Lands Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

Once lush forests, green and wide,
Now stripped bare, nowhere to hide.
The trees that whispered ancient tales,
Fall to the axe, their memory pales.

The rivers, once so pure and bright,
Choked with poison, lost their light.
The birds that soared in skies so free,
Now search in vain for a dying tree.

The fields that bloomed in vibrant hues,
Replaced by concrete's lifeless views.
The creatures small, the creatures grand,
Pushed from their homes by human hand.

The ocean sighs, its coral bleached,
A fragile world, far out of reach.
Where once the fish would swim in dance,
Now silent, cold, a fading chance.

Yet we march on, in blind pursuit,
Ignoring nature's whispered truth.
But every tree and every stream,
Carries the echo of a shattered dream.

So pause, dear heart, and hear the call,
For Earth and life are bound to fall.
Unless we change, unless we care,
To save the home we all must share.