Nature
Our holy mother
Looks after
And takes care
What we offer?
In return
For sacrifice
A clear breach of promise!
We spoiled atmosphere
But never secured future
Trees are cut and land is made barren
The mother earth cried openly with pain
The drought often threatens
The rivers rises all of sudden
There is complete anarchy
I fear it is reprisal from almighty
Let us fear and pray
To help us in any way
We shall protect mother earth
Till the last breath or death
Let us not break earth’s shield
The real life is in open field
How many insects and animals depend?
They all are our dear friends
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It's real danger for our existence krishna Middela19 minutes ago Mother Earth is live it adjust itself in course of time, the geological process called isostacy. Good for awareness Comment +1 This is a great poem.