Why? A poem by Aryan Maggo.

Why was the word, which dived in my mind, when I heard, of water abuse, land degradation and resources being mined.

Rivers from the mountains, rushes down as god’s gift, brimming with tranquility, perfection and richness. as they begin to turn those sorrows into smiles, we humans stand there, ready fill their journey with darkness.

Despite knowing all the facts, despite having all the knowledge, we wait for a disaster tp approach and empty us. The plans are ready to implement, but when is the question, while working together and to protect the world, why do we always create a fuss.

Penguins are dying, and lions are running, not to catch his prey, but to safe his life. Water levels increasing, and resources constantly decreasing, all the human made calamities, prepared to stop our thrive.

Let’s all join hands, leaving no gaps in between, ignoring inequality, bias and partiality. Taking the step to give earth a rebirth, leading the age as visionaries, while keeping in mind our ethics and sincerity.

-Aryan Maggo

(Column Writer, Aspire Magazine)