A century from now
We’ll reap what we sow;
An earth that is arid and dry
Letting out a silent cry,
Ignored by blissful showers,
Residue of the short sight of ours..
The product of human intervention
Will be a fate devoid of circumvention
Unless we decide to look down
And plant saplings all around,
Unless we decide to embrace
Not just the human race,
Unless we decide to let go
Of our disastrous, pointless ego…
Never, ever should human progress
Happen with ecological regress!
Should a brown planet be the legacy
We leave behind, without mercy?
Nay! The Earth is not our martyr
She is our precious divine mother!
-©Surya Ramachandran
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Dried Brush by James
Under The Peepal 
Absolutely brilliant. Well written. I like the way you’ve given a thought to the font colours. Very meticulous. I have a similar post on nature too. Check it out if you can.
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Thank you! Sure, I’ll definitely read it😊
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Amazing work!
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Thank you very much😊
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Beautifully written! Our next generation reaps what we sow. It’s high time we plant trees or sow seeds for a healthy and better environment.
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Yes…It’s high time that we rectify our mistakes.
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Thank you very much😊
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lovely..
seriously if every man takes a look around and plant a sapling the world can become green.. and so does the heart, if every man tries to remove the anger from within and grow more love and respect towards another human this universe could be a beautiful heaven..
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Thank you…yes, I wholeheartedly agree with you..😊
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Thank you…yes, I wholeheartedly agree with you😊
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