We had a Poem Wring Competition and I won. I wrote a poem, I mean our whole class who were given the topic as 'Nature' on the spot.  The poem I wrote was this:

There is no bank, so no one pays
We are indebted to the nature
since the beginning of the days
we have made it undergo torture

It has infinite resources
we are sparing none
no river can follow its course
biodiversity is standing stunned

We’ve a plenty of woods
yet one cannot spot a forest
we’re confused with lives and goods
cruelty to animals, no one is honest

We prefer living in mansions
and clearing the greens
don’t the animals have a passion
to live the way as earlier it had been

Nothing is pitiful to man
he cannot observe the sky
neither he can see outside his clan
thousands of species miserably cry

Maintain it and don’t attack
hardly do we know the fury of nature
in its wake, it can destroy the track
on which lies the basic (manly) satisfactory pleasure

It is high time, we’ve got to haste
before we are deprived of anything to taste


- Arpit Kaushal

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