Procession of cadaver is becoming long
General people has become total workless
Apprehension is becoming high for future.
When the wheel of the age is almost on pause
The earth, Mother, is silently resetting her status-
By clearing pollution of air and water
To make ready for her children- inhabitants.
We are to readjust, keeping eye on the earth
We are to re-structure the laws
with the basis of ‘being and becoming' of its creature
We are to move holding hands of each one
Towards perfection, God.
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