An Episode of Gloom

 

Nature will heal herself without our help.

She knows how to take care of everybody.

Nature guards us, taking aside her selfish-self.

She is the reason for our daily happy rhapsody.

 

But, we are not as decent as it seems to be.

We have jeopardized and exploited our nature.

Our dishonor has stopped her blooming spree.

We forget how sincerely she loved us as our mother.

 

Now, we are afraid enough to lose our life.

We never cared about these threats before.

We overlooked when nature was losing her vibe.

Mere profits and mundane things were preferred more.

 

We are getting paid for the crime we did.

Self-control was something with urgent need.

Soul of Soil

Keep your feet upon it, a wet layer will touch you.

A connection with your root can be felt too.

The root of you and the whole world is connected through.

But you never mind to pollute it.

Stinking garbage is standing tall on its feet.

No greenery is there to retain the soil fit.

Closely standing skyscrapers are taking its test.

This layer of soil is bearing much weight on its chest.

The planning of such terrible wrong are being done in jest.

 No one is caring to admit the prevailing threat.

A little tremble from the inner crust of soil

may cause a catastrophic turmoil.

That day everything will face a maximum spoil.

Nothing can be rejuvenated then even after a hard toil.

A little lash of river wave will be enough

for taking the portion of land to engulf.

In those days retaining such hard earned modernized

creation and civilization will be really tough.