The prognosis felt dire, yet very few really seemed to understand that.
“Is it terminal?” some asked. They had seen her suffering for long, but held on to hope.
“It could be,” said another. “Sometimes she cries without stopping. At other times, there’s not a moist spot in her eyes.”
Those who understood nodded ominously.
“At times, her brother starts to cry, and that makes her cry too. She has been most patient, but we can see her limits are being pushed, that too, by her own children.”
“It’s sad. She’s suffering now for their mistakes.”
“Some of them say they’ll take care of her better from now. But we’ve heard that before, haven’t we? Superficial words, they’ll forget them in a while.”
More nodding followed this declaration.
“If they forget her, they’ll pay a much higher price later. One that they will not be able to afford. If only the fools realized that.”
“If she isn’t terminal now, she soon will be. Unless… she is loved by more of her children. It’s only that love which can save her.”
“But will they? Will they save Mother Earth?”
But for that, the only answer was silence.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
9th October, 2017)