I’m million years old,
I’m more precious than gold,
I’ve mysteries untold and
Those fighting me must be bold.
Temperature around me is never cold,
Neither air coolers nor ice creams I can hold.
Antartica has very little water in its fold,
The worst is that it cannot be sold.
I’m polluted, No concern! !
I reacted, they curse and mourn.
Changes are my birth right,
Tectonics is the only way I sight.
I have to kill many people,
I know the war is fatal,
I’m fighting for my survival,
But nothing is intentional.
I want my presence felt,
I need my powers dwelled.
People should not test my patience
And make me expand my oceans.
I know I’m immortal.
My work is inevitable.
Change your attitude,
Give respect and take some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem