Nature is ever pious, ever pure
Ever affectionate, ever secure
She is loving and caring mother
But our long separation from her
Makes us fearful and insecure
Ages ago lived our forefathers
Day and night in all weathers
Without all worries of health
Free of temptations of wealth
Full of satisfaction'n laughters
But too much use of creativity
Snatched his natural affinity
Made him an artificial creature
Away and away from Nature
Leaving all touch of sanctity
Let us stop and ponder over it
How unnatural and how unfit
Overall we have become here
Divided, tormented with glare
Of mother's devastating exhibit
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