Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Sonnet: Nature Defiled


Man’s curiosity leads him to woods,
To seek the hidden beauty present there,
And taste the flesh of animals as foods,
Researching forest secrets laid thread-bare!

Man makes his way to forests thick and dense,
Disturbing beasts from Nature’s habitat;
He does not use his logic / common sense,
But wants the forest wealth – deer, monkeys, cat!

So, beasts start rampaging man’s huts and fields,
In search of easy food-crops of all kinds,
Destroying acres of plantation-yields,
And threatening scores of human lives sans minds.

Man destroys nature without saving it;
The beasts attack him by cruel habit!

Submitted: Thursday, November 07, 2013
Edited: Thursday, November 07, 2013

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