Future Disaster Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I turned pale
When found whale
In big ocean
To find many more again

How many creatures?
Known and unknown to assure
The peaceful existence
With full accommodation

Many are on fast tract to become extinct
Many countries have give hint
Take precaution or face their disappearance
This is only chance

The sea route is our life line
Its importance can not be defined
It had been close link for survival
Many ships find berth on arrival

We have rich treasure
Not only of sea creatures
But hidden oil and valuable pearls
It can certainly find new turn

Let us not pollute sea waters
We have no business to alter
The ecological balance in disfavor
And then cry for future disaster