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The Chosen One - A Poem Against Climate Change and For Nuclear Disarmament
27 December, 2009 - 05:12
I have written a poem against Climate Change and
Man's greed and gluttony that is harming the mother earth.
I hope people take inspiration from it and preserve nature.
If you want to read more of my poems, search for my name, you are sure to find me. Thanks
The Chosen One
A mother’s prayers were answered, a child was born.
To his perpetual welfare and well-being, she was sworn.
Looking at her very unique creation, she was charmed.
When he touched her softly, her heart really warmed.
Beautiful, cute, adorable and having skin so mild,
He became the proud mother’s most special child.
Of the several children, he was her favourite son.
He got extra love and care; he was the ‘Chosen One’.
She gave him everything she had with lots of smiles.
Love, food, water and a big shelter of many miles.
Although she always loved all her daughters and sons.
Yet, she was more the mother of the chosen one’s.
A remarkable, loving, caring and doting mother.
She only cared for her own brood and none other.
To prepare for challenges in the life ahead, that may lay.
She protected and provided them in every possible way.
Infants soon became kids and aware of their mother.
She had always fed them, from an ever full udder.
A mother so resourceful, any child would have, rather.
The kids had never known & never missed their father.
Playing in the open fields, they started growing fast.
Many things to do and enjoy, in an estate so vast.
They were all very talented, and amazingly skilled.
Some swam, jumped or ran at speeds that thrilled.
The Chosen One had a talent, the mother once noted.
Although the youngest, every sibling he dominated.
The mother soon realised the Chosen One had arrived.
When some grave accidents, he had easily survived.
An even stronger bond developed between the both.
For, even emotionally, he showed superior growth.
Like a typical mother, she had also nurtured a dream.
Beautiful, healthy grandchildren perpetuating her being.
Happy family for generations, was all she could see.
But Little did she know, that was not going to be.
A little older, the one, once to prevail in a tough race.
While kicking his brothers, he fell & scarred his face.
The mother saddened, the chosen one now had a flaw!
If only she could, his lovely face, she would redraw.
She told herself, the time would make the scar vanish.
The mother could not bear to see on Him any blemish.
Sometimes later, once watching him break her rules.
She lovingly let Him carry on, even as he used tools.
Turning a teen, he became cause of more anxiety.
He is “Cruel, mean and selfish”, cried the society.
She still shrugged that off, as a growing years’ plot.
For him, the mother had strong love and a weak spot.
Mother was ecstatic, when her brood had expanded.
But still the best from her, only he commanded.
As time went by slowly, things kept on changing.
Some were good while others not so encouraging.
Soon, something happened, no one really observed.
All his facial features, just a little bit, had got curved.
As His own body set upon a task itself to re-arrange.
He often felt from deep within, an oncoming change.
His face became larger, as he expanded in height.
Did he really grow so much or just stood upright?
More changes were started happening, altering Him.
Some occurred externally, some happened within.
His head had grown larger as had his hands and feet.
All of his elder brothers, He could now easily defeat.
A strange cunning then appeared in the gentle eyes.
His cute facial features too, were heading for demise.
The mother noticed one day, her heart almost broke.
The sweet voice of the One, was now starting to croak.
She prayed for the best for him, even herself trying.
Her love and care for her son, unaffected and undying.
The process continued, as his body hugely expanded.
More of everything he needed, he now demanded.
Although he too resented His body in a new formation.
Yet the process had set-in for complete transformation.
His Skin knotted at several places, looking like thorns.
Just as he felt his skull, pierced by tiny growing horns.
Huge paws, big pointy ears and long sharp teeth.
His conversion into a mighty monster now complete.
The mother despaired looking at Her son’s physique.
But she still loved him, even as a nature’s freak.
She often lovingly remembered his younger days.
When he first walked, spoke and his innocent plays.
He held his head high, hallucinated and when in a rush.
Walking and under his feet, his siblings he would crush.
A mother’s pet child no more, what had He become.
It was just a small beginning of the things to come.
His colossal mass, always demanding more food.
She kept on feeding him, and the rest of the brood.
The mother worked overtime, to keep all children fed.
She did worry about the future, but no tears she shed.
Eventually came a time, it was so far unthinkable.
To feed her hungry children, the mother was unable.
His hunger was feeding on him causing The One pain.
Making him beg, snatch and steal and driving insane.
After the unthinkable came the turn of unimaginable.
To survive and grow, The One turned into a cannibal.
She still kept on loving him; giving all that she could.
How could a mother’s heart be really understood?
His brothers & sisters; scared; ran from him, in a bid
To save their own lives, got scattered away and hid.
She almost got trampled herself one day, she knew.
For she was just a speck, from His point of view.
He was running around amok, for anything edible.
A tiny child to a titan wild, change was so incredible.
Not finding enough to feed himself, made him irate.
He decided to leave home to explore rest of the estate.
Digging, slashing and chopping his way through.
Serious obstacles in his new path were very few.
He noticed the horizon, feeding and now omnivorous.
The estate seemed to have no fences making it porous.
He fed himself happily for years, a mother’s lost baby.
One word had now defined her entire world ‘maybe’.
Maybe the clock will reverse, maybe times will change.
Maybe he will come calling for her; leaving estrange.
Maybe, He will become normal and come back home.
Maybe the family will not see in him a demon, a gnome.
Whenever everything available at one place the One ate.
He moved on to other unexplored parts of the estate.
Things to consume aplenty, and at every new place.
He would feed for years, defecate and then deface.
Thereafter he would move to an uncharted location.
Making it, for many more years, His new destination.
He started devouring everything at a very fast pace.
But the huge estate was not going to lose the race.
Figuring out that he could keep eating and move on.
There was no one to restrain him, no one looking on.
He kept on eating for a time that seemed like forever.
Forgetting that he also had a purpose in life, however.
He did at times think of his mother, he broke her heart.
But somehow was unable to help it, from the very start.
In a far corner, the mother had gathered herself back.
Some children had returned home and life on track.
She knew she still loved Him and until the very end.
That she had forgotten her son, she couldn’t pretend.
She had blamed herself all along for his form and fate.
And wanted him back home, gently opening the gate.
Far from her, the monster had started the final dance.
Now forgetting everything, as if he was in a trance.
More at an even faster rate, he now started to consume.
could he ever become normal, or would see his doom.
Starting journey for a new site, for the first time ever.
The monster suddenly got scared which he was never.
He saw something and realised that he was not alone.
He could no longer call his mother’s estate his own.
It had been broken-in, breached, invaded by outsiders.
Who were out to eat the provisions and the providers.
A sight he could not really believe could ever be true.
The sight that had hit him like a bolt out of the blue.
So as not to be seen, he quickly pulled himself away.
As a column of gigantic figures came marching his way.
Millions of monster steps were making the earth shake.
The were approaching ever closer, as a swirling snake.
All of them looked bigger and meaner by their sight.
He just saw one kill and eat another after a small fight.
When they came a little closer, a look sank his heart.
It almost froze in an instant attack, needing a restart.
Although, he was scared, but what made him grim.
Was the fact that everyone of them looked just like him.
Unable to trust his eyes and standing still as a line.
The sight of himself, sending a chill down his spine.
To finish off a delinquent son by using a new litter,
Maybe it was the revenge of a mother hurt & bitter.
Or has sibling rivalry acquired grotesque proportions?
Did his angry brothers and sisters copy his distortions?
The musing made monster’s manners meek & mellow.
Unsure if to hide away or to step ahead and say ‘hello’.
Controlling both his visible fear and invisible rage.
He decided to lie low, and the situation to better gauge.
He learnt with time that they were all not a big troupe.
Fighting ever with each other, there was many a group.
Realising that they must not be ones his mother sent.
Made him feel a bit better and at the same time repent.
However, It did not help to lessen his unholy feeling.
That on his own estate, he was now living by stealing.
Yet another mortal fear was soon upon him got cast.
When he realised, his stealing was not going to last.
So many monsters feeding, the food will soon run out.
With nothing to conceal or steal, all will die; no doubt.
For his mother and siblings, he then spared a thought.
Their poor lives, with even more danger, were fraught.
But what could the One do to prevent the inevitable?
To fight and win over his adversaries, he was unable.
His cunning started working then, he started to think.
“If only in my formidable foes, I could find any chink”.
But the ones he could fight and exterminate were none.
And slaying all of them was a lot easier said than done.
He spent several more years stealing food and hiding.
With time, it had become more strenuous, surviving.
Once a marauding monster, he found, stood in his way.
And did not find, any chance of himself getting away.
Faced with a prospect that he could soon be dead.
He threw a rock at the monster; crushing his head.
The monster was lying dead below, the One was elated.
It seemed the key to a lasting survival, he had created.
The weapon, available in plenty and was easy to use.
He decided to go for winning the ultimate war, not truce.
He then started killing his big enemies in full measure.
Seeing their splattered brains and deriving pleasure.
Exerting his new power, he even made some allies.
Swearing loyalty to him, they went back in disguise.
Soon the number of enemies started fast declining.
And more of the enemies with him were now aligning.
He sensed prospects that his desolation soon ends.
And started designing plans to finish all his friends.
Resting on a hilltop one morning, he got a rude shock.
He heard a loud bang and saw a crater made by a rock.
Some of his trusted allies had clearly leaked his secret.
Treacherous minds shall, treachery always beget.
Numerous monsters had got him totally surrounded.
The bugle of the war to finish him they had sounded.
He jumped onto the valley below and started to run.
But not helping his cause, shining was a bright Sun.
The earth under his feet got caught in a wild vibration.
As a huge rock nearly missed him and his salvation.
Stunned, he looked all around for any kind of shelter.
There was none, he then started running helter-skelter.
Another rock thrown at him missed by a stroke of luck.
As he fell down in a ditch, and just in time could duck.
His situation now even more perilous, the One cried.
“Help me my mother” as pulling himself out he tried.
The mighty monster turned a small child for a moment.
Will mother’s blessings save him from the torment?
He extricated himself out while avoiding more attacks.
And started running on what seemed like old tracks.
Faint memories of the time gone by started appearing.
Seeing his mother and her lullabies he started hearing.
He recognized the tracks, from time he was very small.
He himself made them running on the grass thick & tall.
Young, he had run on this track with uninhibited joy.
A caring mother and big family made him a happy boy.
Now scurrying for his life, like a dazed, scared mouse.
He was running towards his own mother’s old house.
His life in balance while on his head death was dancing.
Some rocks just grazing him, some just falling in front.
Burly monsters pressing on behind him in a killer hunt.
He himself threw a rock and struck one of them down.
Still running, hoping soon to disappear, looking around.
He was approaching the home his mother still lived.
Whose dreams for her son, he had made short-lived.
Stung he was by massive pain as a rock struck his leg.
They wouldn’t grant him life even if he were to beg.
Murder on everyone’s mind, without much of cause.
Writhing in agony and running with a limp now he was.
Looking back for a moment made him more morose.
Coming from three sides they were now very close.
Closer home, situation turned graver and scenario dim.
No hope of his mother and small siblings saving him.
His body twisted, as a rock struck breaking his spine.
He cried“Save your sinner son, O mother of mine!”.
She saw all and heard all, but was utterly helpless.
Her heart went out for him but she had to confess.
For the rest of her good children, She now more cared.
Pure little innocent souls, running all around scared.
The estate was lying in shambles, scarred everywhere.
A great and noble mother, now a picture of despair.
How long could he avoid it, came a deafening boom.
Time stood still. His head had split. It was the doom.
A rock had struck open his head, more were on the way.
His knees were wobbling and his body began to sway.
His brothers and sisters stopped and looked up high.
Their lifelong tormentor seemed one up with the sky.
A shadow engulfing them, specter easy to comprehend.
His body was on an uncontrollable downward descend.
Run as they may, pray as they may, be as they may be.
Some of them may get away, but all could never flee.
He fell with a loud thud, trapping his many a sibling.
Children of a mother lying lifeless, blood dribbling.
As soon the monsters stopped rejoicing, killing the one.
They started fighting one another, their unity undone.
As the monsters found one another to continue fight.
Some surviving siblings came back in moon lit night.
Looking all around and under, they shrieked and fled.
Trapped under his own son’s corpse lay a mother dead.
When nuclear weapons rained It was a day in the future.
With gluttony & greed, the man killed his mother nature.
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My Name is Vijay Shankar Sharma and website is www.Shiken.In or http://vijayshiken.blogspot.com/
Vijay Shankar Sharma