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Voice of Nature

By Nikita Bidawat


Oh hark! Men, so selfish and conceited, 

Killing your own mother,

How does it feel?

Fleeing the crime scene will not help you now

As the god is watching.


Your actions speak louder than words,

Your fate depends on you now!

Mother earth was kind enough, 

 To have let you live for years now.


In her lap you sleep,  

But! When the day breaks, 

You hold your axe, 

Start cutting her legs, her trees.

Oh hark! Men repent now.


By Nikita Bidawat


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