Close the eyes
We may face onslaught and not survive
If no timely action is taken or efforts revived
Nature may not spare us for committed sin
We may have complete loss and situation no win
Glaciers are melting with sudden spate in rivers
Havoc, destruction loss of precious lives all over
Progress may be around but not to rejoice
No one can claim prosperity with single voice
Do we want compete disaster and annihilation
No fresh air but only poison for inhalation
Nature striking at will with deadly weapons
We watch helplessly ………………
We are polluting air with deadly gases
Ground water depleting with heavy access
No one seems to be worried and tense
We have gone berserk with loss of sense
We never heard of tsunami or typhoons before
So many natural calamities and disasters come to fore
Earth quakes and floods have become scene of the day
Nature may not spare us, making hell everyday
Do we need prosperity at cost of eco balance?
Can’t we see disasters without using lance?
Have we to wait for till last day to come?
Is it acceptable to mankind and always welcome?
We may have to close the eyes and prepare for worst
Who may bear brunt or disappear first?
Future generation may not forgive and forget
Let us build new concept before it is too late
Sea is loosing charm and creatures disappear
Land also not spared and heavily bears
Sky is already with full of aimless objects
Nothing will be left on earth but only rejects
Sea may rise with tidal waves and strike
Cities may be wiped out …………..
Earth may bear deserted look with no sign or trace
Future historians may write with loss of face
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