Neeraj Hans

Thrist Of The Earth

Dryness everywhere,
the land is so thristy.
The trees have been shrunked down,
it's hurting humanity.
No leaf on trees
no tear in eyes,
every thing is freeze up,
even clouds are dry.
Missing those day when I
used to have fun,
every where there was pleasant nature
and that pleasant sun.
But again this hell will
turn in the paradise,
when the rain would came with and
this hell will be green.
Then every where
there will be joy,
when the cloud will brust
out from the sky.

Submitted: Saturday, March 01, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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  • Shraddha The Poetess (3/1/2014 11:13:00 PM)

    nice........................actually we all r going deep and deeper in our greed..., , and neglettingour environment
    thnx for sharing..
    i also invite u to read mine.. (Report) Reply

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