The hierarchy of the privileged few Executives that oversee the lake, The Gardens and their arrogant overview Of those who come to offer and partake
In the sacred labour around the Matrimandir, Come with youthful offering to work In love and harmony unmoved by fear That egotistical management would shirk
The Mother's words and Her divine advice, But now the saintly trees of Neem and more Are being cut and at a shocking price Giants old, growing there before
Those who decide the fate of living things, Is anathema to all who would save the trees, Who feel the unspeakable pain and bear the stings Of wounded beauty and malignant acts as these.
Poems Undated (1727)
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