“O Barren Mother”
From her fruitful womb she gave birth to you.
Under her care rose the beautiful you.
After all the love, the connection she shared suddenly began her weeping days.
She cried wondering where things went wrong.
Tried to warn you when she saw palaces built of pollutants and homes made of silt.
Now her tears have gathered replacing her clothing, a fabric made of shame studded with hopelessness and disgrace.
She’s infertile now don’t you see? She’s leaving as we speak.
Our Mother is dying… tell me whom will we seek?
Model: Samyukta Hornad
Costume Design: Tejaswini Kranthi