Disaster Masters Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Is it curse on humanity all of sudden?
Quakes and spates in river even
Where will we compensate all these losses?
Night’s cry, day even silent to choose

Almighty did not choose
Nature did not loose
We developed greed and lost balance
All species are in danger at once

How can we ask for reprieve form nature?
When we have pushed it to the brink of danger
Millions loose their brad and butter
We cut thousands of trees with sharp cutter

Rivers are blocked and dams created
Paths are sultry but entertainment recreated
Dug holes are dry and no water flow in
All sources depleted still we claim it win

Millions are marooned and turned homeless
We have nothing but hunger and starvation to face
Air is polluted, water is poisonous
We are adamant and kept it continuous

Earth plates are moving at deep belts
Tremors are often and constantly felt
Not a single country is safe from disasters
We are the one and only one disaster masters