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The blue sky over us,
The green earth below us.
Don’t get overjoyed & ecstatic,
The remark given above is just sarcastic.
This can just be a dream,
Where everyone is soft like cream.
The sky has turned grey,
The earth has fallen human’s prey.
Man has not spared even the monuments,
Even the flowers do not give scents.
I don’t hear chirping of birds,
What I see is earth on hearth.
Burning with the fire of anger for being destructed,
Can’t this earth again be constructed?
We have little contact with nature,
We can’t see beautiful creatures.
Please save my earth,
Whom we are leading to its death.
neha sharma
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Sunday, October 11, 2009 |
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