Cry Of Nature Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

The deserted noon burns in the
Hottest summer sun
And lifts up the whole earth.
Never a crude wind rustled,
No breeze swayed the shady trees,
Not even a sparrow chirped
In the nature’s bough.
The care free butterflies
Doze some where amidst
The dried leaves.
Nature’s heavenly garden
Remains bare and buried.
The concrete jungles raised
Their heads every where.
The laments of innocents
Hear from far beyond,
Our rivers dried,
Groves and crops vanished,
No flower’s fragrance
Nor woodpecker’s knock.
The fields lying fragmented
Without life blood in veins,
The silent roar of departed souls.
Where are those devils
Who destroyed the nature?
No one bothers to hear anything.
No one happens to care
As have no trivial influence
So as the future of this world
Seems dim, and dare to hope
Still, the sound ocean and the blue sky
Fetch a spirit of motion from some where
To impel every mankind to hear
The voice of a prophecy
‘The nature is dying
The world will not survive.’