To Feel Sorry Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I see the barren hills
Or which made it as barren
By destruction and vandalism
By cutting trees and even small ones
I foresee a desert for tomorrow
Where people will run here and there
For drinking water to quench the thirst
The great recharge is stopped here
Oh! mother earth I cry silently
Where I collected green grass for my cows
Where i collected the firewood to my kitchen
Where I sat under the greenery of nature
With enjoyment and happiness with greenery
The scenic beauty of a village
Here, the scenery is lost somewhere