Green Shangrila.
As I stand still and the gaze my country side from the hill I stand,
I can say our place is still a Shangrila adorned by pristine nature,
Withstanding the forced battle of modern times, weaken though.
We're here today to cherish the greens that defines our place a Heaven,
But I be anxious to imagine this place being no more to call a paradise,
When with all assorted chaos and factitious structures we may stand.
So I have a wish for our place so to remain all the time, all the same,
For nothing more can make us feel heaven but our place if remains same.
So shall we dream to let not the modern dreams destroy our gifted Eden.
So shall we dream to let not the modern dreams destroy our gifted Eden. i liked this line most in your poem conveying a great idea, . in the name of modernism we destroy so much that is beautiful and worthy....... thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and honesty call for the preservation of rural ecosystems in advancing world where industrialization, urbanization, pollution, deforestation... are destroying pristine ecologies. Focussed and factual. Thanks for sharing.