By Rutuja Daphale
I wish I had an enormous fridge
To fit my entire globe in it
Or else to cool and calm it down
I had some sort of startling kit
Oh!! My sweet and naive folks
We are already running very late
Varied Climate and Harmful air
Have started forecasting our fate
The jungles are burning
And so are the poor animals
Bear is dead, kangaroo is scared
And on streets are the running camels
Ice-covered Arctic is melting
Helpless Birds are migrating
Some parts of world are drought
While others are immensely over flooding
Our techno brilliant minds
Have proudly flown us to Mars
But, isn’t it a shame
Our own planet is suffering from scars??
If we still wish to walk this path of ignorance
Then Trees shall turn into a myth
Animals might will live only in books
And regret will be the only thing we die with.
It’s an eleventh-hour good people
Our worn-out and weak mother is calling for aid
Let’s unite with rigor making our efforts twice
For sure we’ll unveil a blissful future and earth’s shiny shade.