No Green Grass Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No green grass

Yes dear
The world is in danger
We are villain of destruction
We have lost golden touch with natural obsession

We are bent upon
To turn hell from heaven
It is our doing own damage
This shall be done with black paint on page

The ozone is fast losing
The ultraviolet rays may be causing
Skin cancer and other diseases
We shall gradually cease from the face of an earth

The snow avalanche is killing thousands
We fear an early end
Never heard about tsunami and cyclones
Where have the past nature's kindness gone?

It is real an angry eye
That tries
To take revenge on human beings
As they commit cruelty in bringing ecological imbalance

Thousands of green trees are cut
The birds have lost their nest
The animals have no green grass
Virtually we have created mess