Man's a toy of nature
Being the one has no time
Time to be one with nature.
Neither having time-
Nor prone to its music
Generations getting deprived.
While living in blissfulness
With objects animate or inanimate
What sweetness, what a peace therein!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2019
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.
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