Standing down the lane,
It’s beautiful up there,
White milky ball,
With few choco chip laid.
Looking from far,
It all looks so same,
High from the space,
The earth looks so lame.
No air to breath,
No food to eat here,
Only ditches all around,
Even walking here needs care.
The green bluish planet,
Pleasing and making me smile,
Is it the earth I stay upon,
Placed beyond these miles.
Made so dirty and destructed,
Plants cut and rivers mudded,
Building bricks is all I can see now,
Is this my planet or which relate somehow?
Nature’s gifts, They are realize,
“Protect me please”, is all in their cries,
There beauties still can be preserved,
If we all make efforts,
Putting stoppage to all these destructive devise.
