FOOLISH
We let them live, till it fills our hearts fancy,
We let them grow and dance to our tunes,
Their fates are tied to our hands and moods,
We are masters and puppeteers of things we think are beneath us all,
We think we are like Lords and Gods up above,
We live deluded believing we can master this realm,
We destroy what feeds us and lets us breathe,
Foolish humans we try mastering Mother Earth.
Pooja Sarmah
