The tall trees
Are up rooted for expansion
Of avenues on either sides
The pretty ponds
Are being fully covered
To raise tall buildings
Has man bothered
About these brutal acts
Or shed a tear for the ruin done
On the noble nature's bed
No soul cares to see little ahead
Or ever tried to ease
The hidden heat to go release
But every action done
Good or bad face consequences!
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Rekha Mandagere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem