Poets

Oh! Mother nature, Survives nobody without you If forgetting either way may be curse for one adieu, Every infant men napping on lap screaming innocent But unfortunately; Shading away your might blatant,

Pollution! Assuming perennial to be okay As a result of high costs paying for decay, You name it? It's there to ruthless tarnish Yet guising in the form of Objects of lavish,

Damn it! Dumps things always stout extreme to say But regrets though slowly in a 'clean' pathetic way, Held responsible for all skimpily trodden rampage As pretends an innocent post scrupulous damage,