This globe is at our hands now
We are walking on this earth
Seeing the sky closely.
We are talking much and doing nothing
We are collecting data information
And calling it education without learning
Anything that is there to make us learned
We are educated but not learned.
Hearing from mother has a greater value
And we are not ready for that
Mother is our globe our earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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