Wounded

Long deep breath of hers

Is loudly audible

The wounded mother's silent pain

Caused by her very own.

Her tolerance level

Been breached, long

Her infertility, thanks to

The unmindful profit mongers.

She fulfills all your needs

Don't kill her by your greed.

To soothe her body so bruised

Soft pedal the reckless consumerism.

Let our dreams take a wing

Where all can dance and sing.

Adopt the ways of the nature

If you really wanna prosper.

Being developed

We prefer to suffer

Sustainable practices

Can't we nurture?