rivers are now dry!
The chirps from birds are rarely heard!
Greenery is overtaken by barren lands;
I find people dying because of hot Sand!
Don’t be so brutal,
My Globe is just little;
Finding hard to bear the heat that is sprinkled!
Earth made her request:
While fierceful Sun was calm!
The air you breath is rotten,
The land on which you sleep is stolen!
Leaving you abandoned in the name of Technology;
You still pray for their lives? : The sun replied!
The rain and storms roared expressing her tears,
“They still are my Children!”: She told!