Poor and birds
Nature always extends
And tends
To support
With inspirational move
And happily proves
Not only this
But always insists
To part with
Own shed and provide cool faith
Apart from giving fruits
It always suits
The human power
To go to the nature
We are destroying
And adding woes to annoy
Poor and birds
As they need place for refuge
So seek and preserve
With maturity to behave
In common sense for nature's stance
And take noble stand and chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In common sense for nature’s stance And take noble stand and chance