The Great Mother

Years and years ago The Great Mother created her tiny children

They were clever

and could utilise almost everything she gave them

Soon they were learning more

They wanted more

And more.

The children said-- Dear Mother, can we use your trees?

They are so green and strong

We want to build houses with them.

Mother replied with a smile-- Yes, of course.

A few days later, they again asked her--

Mother can we use your rivers? We need them to water our fields and use them in drinking, bathing and washing

She accepted their request.

Soon there were green fields blossoming with golden grains

Cosy homes built of wood

Beautiful tools made of stones and barks.

Years passed

The children forgot her

Then one day, when in need

They came to her and asked--

Mother, can we take your minerals and ores? We will set up industries with them

She was hesitant at first but soon agreed

How could she deny her dear children things that she could provide?

After all, they too were a part of her.

Years passed on again

Now the mother was frail and weak

With nothing left in her to give

Her children looked upon her in anguish

And started blaming each other for her sad state

She stood there crying sadly

She was sad not because she had nothing

But because she was worried about her children.

She wailed--

Oh! Now how will my children live without me? How will they live if I am gone?