'Tis needless to say trees are gushing more than men
In shadowy future they may leave us no more blithely
Or, mankind may return to their slavery willingly
But, a slavery, now is not men to men; 'tis to omen.
By the truth, the world is used uncountable ways
And groweth palpably easy place to live in; or
The ancient past has stood competitor, now-a-days,
To the present; and mankind to Nature, a matter to abhor.
Let someone count the ancient sunny days again-
In twenty or above the birds flew upon the trees
Or, three and half months, a length, shower'd the rain
Or, animals howl'd in fulfillment and did rest in breeze, -
What, none but manipulating posture is that potent truth
That, in growing globalization, shown as a Earth's tiara.
To kill trees unconsiderably is culture, 'oft uncouth
Not the past, nor the present would be an era
If our real friends do loss their buds within womb
Or, mankind loot the Nature in divine form....
12-05-2014
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