Pride

By Arvind Khadse

Proud... The Proud Mountain,

They say to me..,

Let them say, I dare

Is that What they think of me,

Let them think, I don't care

I too was once,

A small innocent soul,

Young I was green,

With a heart of gold,

Beautiful I looked,

And many stories were told,

Then came few humans,

Who had plan's of their own,

Without my permission,

They took rocks and stones,

Started mining deep,

Making craters and big holes,

They dug tunnels too deep,

For their vehicles to transact,

Stole away my precious minerals,

To make buildings and artefacts,

Cutting down age old trees,

Making dams on river beds,

Ugly I started looking,

Lost my beauty as I bled,

In the name of development,

I was blasted into shreds,

Crying in pain day and night,

I felt lonely and was dread,

Birds and animals fled away,

While the rest enjoyed and watched,

I became a spectacle of amusement,

As I was raped, laughed and mocked,

Then one day I shouted,

This has to come to stop,

I made the earth tremble,

And caused the land to flop,

I shook everyone hard,

Breaking their concrete nest,

I was cursed for my actions,

And blamed for causing distress,

Everybody fears me now,

To even step on my head,

With no alien life around,

I grew faster than silk thread,

I regained my lost strength,

Weakened over years,

Till my nose touched the sky,

And my eyes were dried of tears,

Proud Mountain they call me,

For my evil dark hive,

Where were you all hiding,

When I was struggling for my life,

By Arvind Khadse