The World Heritage Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

allow them to graze
With enough of freedom sans chase
They need homeland
Nice atmosphere and friendly

It is green pasture
Best suited to such creators
Let us become their mentor
To protect them in present and future

They are our assets
So let them not to fate
Let some of the forest lives mushroom
Like flowers in garden blossom

They have nowhere to go
If rivers can flow
And wind can blow
Let them openly grow

Live and let others live
Peace and harmony must be believed
We have dived so deep
Now let us wake up and keep world heritage