If some one
We are born to become sons of soil
And fail
Any attempt to disregard
Mother earth on ground
It shall stand as unique
And look
Like heavenly object
And decorated with our divine acts
What are our basic needs?
If so small then why is so big the greed!
Why are we polluting waters?
And turning ground into desert
It is baffling
And we are struggling
With diseases on incurable nature
We are simple failure
How come we are called responsible?
When there is struggle
For survival and future
I shall be happy if someone answers for sure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How come we are called responsible? When there is struggle For survival and future I shall be happy if someone answers for sure