poems on environment
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hiii....
Earth is dying - doomed is human existence
xenophobic bigotry increases with persistence
totalitarian leaders rule with tyrannical power
ignorant society is blind to imminent final hour
nonchalantly fauna and flora are being ravaged
careless corporations leave little to be salvaged
towering ugly concrete buildings - not so humble
increase as animals continue to die in the jungle
obsolescence times haunt as war eliminates life
nuclear weapons usage will only continue strife.....
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Earth is dying - doomed is human existence
xenophobic bigotry increases with persistence
totalitarian leaders rule with tyrannical power
ignorant society is blind to imminent final hour
nonchalantly fauna and flora are being ravaged
careless corporations leave little to be salvaged
towering ugly concrete buildings - not so humble
increase as animals continue to die in the jungle
obsolescence times haunt as war eliminates life
nuclear weapons usage will only continue strife.....
:)
soumyasaini:
this is very hard. so sorry. try new easy poem please
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The lake Iale of Innisfree
I will and go now , and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ,
Nine bean- rows willl i have there a hivr for honey bee
And love alone in bee loud glade .
And shall have somr peace there fot peace comes dropping slow ,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sungs ;
There midnight' s all a glimmer snd noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet' s wings
I will rise and go now , for always night and days
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by shore;
While I stand on the roadway or on the pavements grey,
I hear it deep heart' s core.
I will and go now , and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made ,
Nine bean- rows willl i have there a hivr for honey bee
And love alone in bee loud glade .
And shall have somr peace there fot peace comes dropping slow ,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sungs ;
There midnight' s all a glimmer snd noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet' s wings
I will rise and go now , for always night and days
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by shore;
While I stand on the roadway or on the pavements grey,
I hear it deep heart' s core.
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