On Maggie Food Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Nature is at its best
Standing trial at all the tests
Delivering good at all the points
We fail to maintain

Birds have lost nest
Trees number stand at lowest
The temperature is always rising
The death graph is certainly surprising

The future has turned bleak
Making us sick and weak
We hear new names of diseases
The dose of medicine increases

We need health clinics
Without any basic
We are living of cosmetic nurture
This is all we dream about future

The children prefer on Maggie food
We have understood
Now its consequences
We think of fast chances