Cruel World Poem by sanket hell

Playing with birds,
After sitting on flowers,
Laughing with leafs,
After climbing on trees.

Refreshing my mind,
After closing my eyes,
I feel myself,
In a whole new ride.

But now I feel,
Myself alone,
Where I can't see anything,
Which I mention before.

See how cruel we are,
Cutting the trees and,
Killing the animals,
For any price.

Crying animals and,
dying trees,
Told me that,
It's my last ride..

I tell them firmly,
It's not over,
Untill I'm here,
For the last hour.


(S.S.G)