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Is Death So Near
From the far end of the cosmos I looked down searching for my home, the earth, once a magical land, against my expectations, was telescoped into view as an arid land, sterile and desiccated, with no flowing blue waters. Trees were felled down like torn pages Some stood with yellowing leaves Not dew, but tears dripped down from their tips, as if struggling through the last lap of autumn. Some stayed naked devoid of foliage as if just made it through the winter. Songbirds no more sang. Dusty soot filled the air. Sun- stood a flaming inferno Day scorched in its violent fury Despair greeted me as a prologue to the day and ended with an epilogue of the night All I saw was the comatose of life All I heard was the faint whisper of a dying earth! The signs are written everywhere; in the melting icecaps, in polluted water bodies in the exhausted breath of woodlands and in the toxic air one is fated to breathe. If we are careful, we can still preserve our earth. Guard it, not as masters, but as guests, who stay here as sojourners with a thought that we have to vacate it soon for posterity to give enough room. It should never become a bane for them but a boon, tended with love and care.
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