hasmukh amathalal

Gold Star - 25,974 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Nothing waits


This is beauty of mother earth
Offers everything till death
Think of dirt that is dumped
The pollution is alarmingly jumped

How much heat is to be tolerated?
When whole of mankind has sweated?
The cry of animals and fall of tree leaves!
Worrisome scene never relieves

This is tolerated with single hope
The cycle may change with long hope
The showers may offer respite
Love may be restored after long wait

Nothing waits than success
We have ample time with access
Let us help mother earth to take free air
That shall help in turn for bright future

How many insects, animals and others lives may rejoice?
This is beauty from nature that affords promise
Love mother earth and she may provide choice
Sing in her honor with lot more praise

Submitted: Wednesday, November 13, 2013

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