The natural disasters
screaming for help of nature, I think
the lively earth or the burning earth, we decide
ceasless desire of humans,
the nature is on danger so is the earth
Inside every beauty, there is some unsolved mysery
the beauty of nature covers
its dark side
its mysterious side
desire, the incurable disease in human mind
the reason for the destruction of nature.
millions of buildings, millions of vehicles
for the existence of humans, they say
Don't understand
why childs mind only understand this sad truth
high mountains, vast forest, wandering clouds, flowing river and the deep ocean
all are a magic
a magic that I can't believe
I also feel the mankind feels that it is outside nature and not a part of it. At the root, I believe this is the problem. Separating us from nature so we are justified in using it as a commodity instead of something to nurture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inside every beauty, there is some unsolved mysery or mystery?