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Man With Nature 

It was on a cold February night
I got up with my chest so tight,
The thought of nature as a great sight
Struck me like a light!
..Was I asleep or awake?

I thought of the golden sun, so bright
As if fire with flaming light
Polluted by us, is the blue river
Oh! Think of Ganges our great mother.

Against the purple sky, I saw the silver stars gleam,
And the ripples in the quiet stream,
On either side are the green fields
And lo! The power it wields.

Yes, the nature I saw
That which no artist can ever draw
The earth with her mighty, colorful dress
Which from almighty is really a bliss.

Then suddenly I woke up with despair,
Full of fear, I began to perspire
I shudder to think what will happen
If the nature is corrupted so often?

Nature's uses are so vast
But we pollute it by bomb blast
In this world which is developing fast
The nature is ignored and away it is cast.

Trees give us pure air,
But about them we don't care,
Without trees imagine the world so bare
Truly it is not at all fair.

Still there is time to act,
Let's handle the situation with tact.
Plant trees and make the world green
To make the air healthy and clean.

Life can be colorful as a rainbow,
It's true, don't raise your eyebrow,
Clean city, Green city should be the goal
Let everybody play their good role.

(c) Mathangi Venkatesan
Trichy, Tamil Nadu, India

March 1, 2001

Mathangi is 16 years old.

 


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