The withering trees
or struggling bees
Growling bears
And fearful herd of deer
Roaring lions
Elephants how giant
I have seen
them all yearning for the green
The curved parched ways
have no water in May’s
alas! You have brought
the scattering of drought
woods are now the farmer’s abode
begging and crying in front of edifice and roads
save me o! Gentlemen
from the clutches of death slumber not again!!!
rajdeep bhattacharya
i have written this on behalf of The Mother Earth
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