Few Words From Our Mother Earth

Don't call me by Rudia or Entland ! The Nile , Amazon and Ganga are all Are all my tears, that you see on your sand. My Entlish! My Rudians ! To whom you call "Mother"? . When 'twas I who did womb you both. You are my lamb sons whom I love to sport. Strike off your tiny indolent foul flags! Don't breach your birth to create your new Mommy! Don't ripple your kin's air to fly your rags! Cast off my coincidence I fancy, If you love what your narrow mind taught you. And I'm here only to see what you do! Isn't it a song if their tongue is foreign? Or do they laugh when someone is no more? How wise to sort out tears when their hearts rend? How fool to mute your soul when their hearts sore? Are not you born and raised on my same lap? Ever had I failed on you for a nap? Don't sing your premature foolish anthem. Don't held high your head to prove your meanness. Do go to woods, count thousand times your name And be famed in whatever your way has. But don't forget that you too are my son And don't miss me when wounded by his bone. P.s 1. Rudia - an imaginary country (for the fear of insult) 2.Entland - an imaginary country. 3. Rudians - people of Rudia 4. Entlish - people of Entland (The presentation is only the expression of free thoughts of the poet. The insults whatsoever assumed by the reader are their risk of being pessimistic. No claim for insult shall be entertained)