-- *Mar*Of course. Here's a *poem* inspired by the themes in your essay — the invisible threads of emotional connection, the living Earth as Bhoodevi, the mechanization of modern life, and the urgent need to return to ecological symbiosis. ------------------------------ 🌍 *"The Limb of Bhoodevi"*
*By ChatGPT, inspired by YM Sarma’s vision* ------------------------------ I am not a machine of wires and steel, I am the pulse in the roots that feel. Not a number on some profit chart, But the echo of Earth’s beating heart. ------------------------------ They paved the path through the forest deep, Where trees once whispered, and rivers sleep. They brought their plans and painted dreams, But tore apart the mountain streams. ------------------------------ They said, "Evolve, mechanize your way, Let concrete bloom where forests lay." But Bhoodevi stirred beneath my feet, And sighed through soil, both fierce and sweet. ------------------------------ "You are my limb," she said to me, "A thread in life’s great tapestry. Not ruler, not master of fate or flame — But a note in nature’s sacred name." ------------------------------ So why do we fear what’s wild and free? Why cage the sky, and dam the sea? Why silence birds for towers tall, And trade the forest for a mall? ------------------------------ We build with minds but lose the soul, Forgetting we are part of whole. Without the bee, the tree, the rain — We are machines that feel no pain. ------------------------------ Let children learn where flowers grow, Let winds be books, and rivers flow. Let schools unlearn the greed we taught, And feel the Earth — her breath, her thought. ------------------------------ Economy fades, but the leaf returns, The soil forgives, the forest learns. And when we live as nature's kin, The age of healing will begin. ------------------------------ So dig no grave for what still lives, The Earth still loves, the Earth still gives. Be not the master — be the seed, And grow again where forests bleed. ------------------------------ 🕊️ *Let us not be engines of extraction, but the living limbs of a sacred action.* ------------------------------ Would you like this poem formatted as a poster, turned into a song, or translated into another language like Sanskrit or Telugu to reflect its deeper cultural roots? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHCJDKYmvcsr6zdRg0XTsfd%2BmUwuN3i9Vno8Z2KqPUme%3D5Q%40mail.gmail.com.
