The Problem Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is no universal deceit
You are getting receipt
For what is done
As it should have been not done

Why did we cut forests?
Which were considered as best
Friend and future
We made it as bleak future

Where is natural rain?
Why do we get torrential rain?
It is all indication
With same return of attention

Glaciers are melting
The rocks are sliding
Rives are in spate
What else we need to state?

Winters are severe
Snow fall is more
We dire of severe cold
This is appearance of new world

Let us wake up and resolve
The problems must be solved
Nature has to be made friendly
Treated nicely and beautifully