I sat a while
under a lone silleima tree
in a wood
at the foot of Nongmaijing hill
not far from my residence
looking at the nature there
whose beauty waning gradualy
due to the felling of trees and plants.
Before leaving
I took a twig
from the silleima tree
worried in the near future
the wood will not be seen.
The twig withered
and became dry,
lost in a few days.
Another thought provoking poem, the way our population is growing and industrialization is happening at the cost of forests, our next generation may not see the beauty of this nature.10/10
Lost in a few days! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A noteworthy comment on our neglect and misuse of nature's gifts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed and once its gone it is gone forever. A sad poem of destruction and devastation