The World Poem by gautam sharma

We live here on Earth,
Which has become as hot as hearth.
Trees being cut down at a fast rate,
Man trying to change his own fate.
Terrorism destroying nations,
Al-Qaeda making relations.
Inflation breaking our back,
Controlling recession-we lack.
Who will control all these problems?
Me!
You,
Somebody.

Scenic beauty everywhere to be seen,
But man’s still so mean.
The flowers are blooming,
Man will bring the world dooming.
The birds are singing monotonously,
Man planning to conquer Earth contemptuously.
But the good wins over bad,
And makes the man mad.
Who wants to live in this almost happy world?
Me,
You!
Everybody.

We are the caretakers of our home,
Which is as soft as foam.
The forests are shouting,
God’s orders-Man openly flouting.
What are we doing now?
Are we as simple as cow?
But complaining will not work,
The duty of bringing a change, we shirk.
Who will bring that change?
Not me!
Not you,
Nobody.