Who wins the tussle???

Whenever I think of,

The tussle between Man and earth,

I wonder,

Who will unearth 

The taste of success. 

    Who will it be to raise a toast,

    To the winner,

    And who will drink,

    The Nectar of Success.

Everytime the Man succeeds,

Everytime He bends Nature,

By Hers horns to follow him,

In his mostly bad and ugly ways.

    How should I feel?

    Should I cry or make merry?

    Should I be angry or proud?

The only feeling I know now,

Is one of shame,

Of being a part of Man. 

     Here I witness the bleeding Horns,

     Here I witness the tearing Eyes,

     Here I witness the Mute Agony,

     Of Nature,

     While the Man in and around me,

     Regales and makes merry.

I can just give a piece of my heart,

And wish with all my heart,

In my next birth the roles are reversed,

With you the Man and me the Nature.

    But better still,

    A world where no Horns are bent,

    No eyes tear up,

    No mute agony is seen.