Our Āryāvärŧä is in danger,
Our home planet since eternity,
Now we must all perform an exodus.
A mass exodus wasn't something we planned,
It's an emergency as our planet disintegrates,
Our home has now endured a nuclear war.
The third orb in the Helios system supports life,
We must vacate this planet and go to that one,
We must, regretfully, forget our memories.
The planet currently houses primitive life,
We shall escape this unfortunate nuclear strife,
We need to utilize that planet for our own good.
The big C that kills us here,
It would not be there,
At least for the time being.
We shall go the Āryän speed,
Call the planet Přŧhvī now,
Since we need a Mother.
Goodbye, oh planet Āryāvärŧä,
You were the Hïnđū Māŧřä Bhūmï,
Now New Horizons we must choose.
My HP Poem #1835