The Last Time With Nature Poem by Aman Raj

The green grass along the fringes
I used to walk.
The grass is like a grand carpet
by for mother nature in my field.

I want to walk one more time
before the field and the carpet
get destroyed by fertilizers
or get destroyed by urbanization.

I want to go to field and
feel the refreshing breeze air
and one more before it get
polluted by the factory
on alongside.

I want to go and meet
the mother one last time
before it get
destroyed.