Nature is mourning
On the death of its poor seedling
the soil was poison
the air was rotten
the wheather was harsh
n sunlight was sparse
So the seedling died
and the Mother cried
'oh! my child, I didn't do it
Forgive me plz, its not my fault
why did I create this destructive SALT,
while making this selfish man
why didn't my hands tremble,
why didn't i halt.
I was helpless, i couldn't save you
but now my tears will sing
my cry of agony will also ring
by hurting me they will not gain
their lives will now be a carbon stain
their apologies will all be in vain
curses them a Mother's pain'
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