Birds' Sweet Home Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A colorful rainbow aroma and greenery,
Delicious fruits! Isn't it enough for the hunter,
What we do just adding music to the scenery,
The trees are our homes and you are a killer,
Trees you have cut and the birds you have killed,
I wonder why your blood hasn't been chilled!

In the dense leaves, a place for rest,
Making it as much secured as it can be,
We knit a small and delicate nest,
But with a deadly gun a hunter we see,
Fires at regular intervals, our blood is chilled,
A nest is smashed, a few birds are killed

With an axe the killer. a cutter! We look at the sky,
He will cut the trees and the birds will be homeless,
Eggs under incubation, young ones who cannot fly,
May He make him only once for a day dome less!
Hunters of flying beauty and erasers of greenery,
Are a bad patch Oh God to your lovely scenery!

Don't destroy, many lives are there in a forest,
Don't fight with the nature when it will awake,
She will be at her worst who is at her best,
Whole equilibrium of earth will be on stake,
Let the colors dance let us add music to it,
Nothing on this beautiful earth is a misfit.

Do you want an earth without birds and trees?
Do you want an earth without the flowers?
Do you want an earth without honey and bees?
Do you want an earth without the showers,
Its our beauty that attracts clouds for the rains,
Your oxygen cycle our sweet home maintains.