The Plight of the Earth

By Mahender Parashar

The Plight of the Earth is beautiful poetry book by Mahender Parashar.

He was born on May 10, 1977, in Haryana, India. He is a postgraduate of both English literature and Indian history. The Plight of the Earth is a very lovable book for poetry lovers.

The poets lucid writing style about nature is very much captivating.

Shoal awoke with the rising sun,
For getting light and oxygen.

The use of personification for nature is worth praising.

Dont be proud, I say to him, chiding,
Listen to my prayer, I pray, hands folding,
The culture cultured by water river,
I shelter tortoise to whale dear.

The poets way of depicting the relationship between man and woman is really noteworthy.

He cant exist without she,
It was the discussion between my wife and me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Oct 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781482885712

Mahender Parashar

The poet tried to sensitize people by touching those topics that directly influence the human race. He tried to knit a beautiful garland by selecting the beads of poems from various topics. The Plight of the Earth is the name of that garland. The poet has a rich experience of teaching English to Indian students. Presently, he is working as a school principal at Takshshila International School. The poems composed by the poet are highly appreciated by the students who prepare for poem recitation competitions.

Book preview

Who Am I -?

Tell me about me, tell me about me.

Am I the only structure of five element?

Loss and gain are God’s gifts, why I lament?

I wonder, who originated me, who assembled my segment?

Tell me about me, tell me about me,

Why in the country of Mahavira and Buddha,

I lost inclination to the scriptures and religions,

Why am I unable to believe in incarnations?

Tell me about me, tell me about me,

Why I believe in false system of education?

Will the wrong doer repent and make confession?

Money diversioned the preaching to profession.

Tell me about me, Tell me about me.

This was the land of Shivi and Dadhichi,

Known for charity and scarification,

Politicians defamed who am I to reveal the conspiracies?

Honour Killing

The perpitrator pines for the blood to drink,

Reconcilation and sympathy have gone to brink,

Love, passion and compassion were God’s blessing,

Honour killing is the seed of cruelty, what else assessing?

Why I care for the society, pious are my intentions,

Why do I follow false rules, they don’t care of my emotions,

My birth was an illomen, will my death make them solemn?

I’m the girl, the essence of world, will they murder me in cold blood?

O! My innocent daughter, you are not allowed open laughter,

I bore boy and girl equally, society widens the ditch with cruelty,

Now it’s your holy duty, maintaining purity of blood and clan’s beauty,

There is no harm living in solitude, why you grumble on girlhood?

O! my revered mother, I have found my love handsome,

I don’t tremble, the tradition will crumble by my death gruesome,

I’m not in any haste, my sacrification will not go in waste,

Is the love only cause defame, honour killing not an act of cruelty and shame?

In the land of Rama and Krishna, Sita and Meera faced examination,

We shall find you a match suitable, we caresed you not confined in horse stable,

Friendship is not an offence, but beyond the caste you cann’t claim the defence,

True love needs devotion with sacrification, uttered the mother with preaching sense.

O! My progenitor I do not claim victory,

The homocide history created henous mystery,

Do the rain drops opt, someone before falling?

Love is God’s creation, emotions make the bond and relation.

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