Ecological balance
You will burn your feet
When walk on to greet
Someone special I life
The land shall give feeling of knife
It shall be sharp and hot
Your body will be caught
In unfamiliar terrain
To cause pain
The planet earth shall turn
Into desert and look barren
The sand shall emit hot air
That shall burn your skin and ears
Before all these happens
Take the situation in hand
Make heavy plantations
Grow more trees to protect regions
The trees shall stop washing away
Of fertile land with clay
Help to grow more food grains
And ecological balance shall be maintained
welcome Virginia Jasmin Pasalo Unlike · Reply · 1 · a few seconds ago
The trees shall stop washing away Of fertile land with clay Help to grow more food grains And ecological balance shall be maintained
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Virginia Jasmin Pasalo Thank you for your poem, Hasmukh! Unlike · Reply · 1 · 3 minutes ago