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A Farewell To Nature

Updated: Jul 29, 2025

By Abhishek Kumar Anmol


In cool weather, I have seen like an eye becomes fortified

Where the wind blows in the direction opposed

In the hot weather, I have seen like an eye is pinch

Where the wind blows in a direction hunch

I give a flower to pour a soothing atmosphere

Where the leaves become dead and give another

A clinch of air to blow in a good way

Until we were not alive and died away

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Can I gift the red colour looks happily

Where they can make an equal love easily

I am on feet where the leg and body emerge alive

Where the celestial body get alive

I am on another foot where we stand together

Where the celestial body get separate

We have to unite and gets happy anyhow

By the way, we destroy nature happiness anyhow


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We can plant another seed to gift them

My baby, the plant looks soothing nurture them

Do not cut them looks bitter nurture is dead

I beg in front of the door where we can plant in dread

Can we come to the garden of heaven?

Where we can see everywhere a greenish garden of heaven


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I can protect the greenish surrounding

Where painful sound comes inside of the surrounding

Can we dream about the reddish?

Where the blood is lying like carpet an odour

Can we smell again cherish the beauty

Where the body sight lost anyway

Can we touch the amount of paint?

Again I fill red colour and green in curtain it

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By Abhishek Kumar Anmol



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