Look around
Something must be found
Either in eyes
Or with nature’s cries
Something will be heard
Pain with crying words
“Do not cut us, co not uproot us”
We are here for long no harmful cause
Just lend ears
Have no more fears
It is just a murmur
Nature tries to whisper
You are preferring morning stroll
Sit under tree for fresh air and call
You may hear” o dear son “spare us
Leave everything behind and trust
It is not late yet
Let all destructive ideas not seal our fate
We are liberal and kind people
Let us hear far cry from jungle
good Mohammad Jainul AbedinLess than a minute ago nice to read
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good Faith Deangelis4 minutes ago Has a nice sound Comment +1