The soft sandgrains on the beach.
Pressed against my feet.
I feel nature.
I feel its touch,
It covers me like a cocoon,
Like I belong,
To nature too.
But I looked from head to toe-
The extravagant clothes and jewellery
the floating plastics on the sea enjoying
a great ride at nature's expense
Do we belong to nature,
Do they belong to us?
Just at that time,
Its tears drenching me of remorse.
I cried too,
Hot tears mixing with the cold, acidic rain.
But nature couldn't see me,
Enveloped among the dark clouds,
Crying its heart out.
Yet I hope,
Among the skies,
that it could least feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem