Gusty yet emollient winds, peaceful yet rustling trees,
Speaking their hearts out, which echoes and echoes to the eternity;
But there it dissolves in the crowd of greedy, gawky people,
Who desired to conquer the unconquerable Earth and the Sky.
Declarations holding back hide-bounds, next move always under scrutiny,
Nobody rules over the internal paradise, which is no more in existence.
Every intelligent being been mindful of goodwill, playing role of teacher
Who will now be the torch-bearer to guide the swarm in the future?
Immersed soul squirming in mire of dilemma, whining in concern
But the bodily pleasure and senses ignore one more melodramatic turn
Almost all taken and few leftovers gifted as a big shout to the Mother Nature,
Then why is her fury questioned later when gorses are thrown on bare skin one after another?
Origin polluted, blood degraded and lessons forgotten thereafter
Once dreamt of sitting by the beach watching sunset, quietness felt
And walking beneath the open sky on a full moon night, beauty imagined
Just then, unwelcomed storm pushes the door, jolting me out of my reverie
Trees ripped apart, waves targeting heights, and the nature harming itself more.
Once again unashamed children spared with a warning, the only thing they ever prayed for.
