People With Nature Poem by Harshita Chaudhary

Once I went on a pond,
And there I saw some fishes and birds,
And their beauty,
I can't express in my words.

But I saw some people,
Hunting the fishes,
Want to use them for dishes,
And that's their wishes.

But what do they think they can hide?
In this world which is too wide,
Will they make nature their servant?
And then misuse its resources?

But would this world then remain nice?
And will we remain wise?
Would we be able to see with our eyes?
And people, how will you pay the price?

Well, remember this world will be destroyed soon,
Including you and all,
And starting from the land,
To the sun, stars and the moon.

Then we will not get the world again,
And then nothing will be left,
Then we'll try to make efforts,
But all would be in vain.

And then we wouldn't have any choice,
Then it would be no use to raise the voice,
Everything will be useless,
And we would be left choice less.