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V Maadhava Krishna Poem
We all know one fact
that Earth is our home,
But why do we do this
and make it to foam?
Earth is our mother
and feeds us with her milk,
But why do we do this
and make it to silk?
We are not her only child
and her only worries
But why do we do this
and make ourselves her worries?
We all knew this one thing
that she is our only way to survive
But why did we do this and kill her
for only us to thrive?
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V Maadhava Krishna Poem
Let me tell you a tale
of a small boy,
who wanted a gale
and some flashy rain.
A small child, naughty he was,
Never wanted school,so
he sent the Gods and SOS
about some stormy rain.
The Gods red and red again,
They were always kindly
and didn't want to make him in vain,
So they sent some thunderous clouds
The boy was so in glee,
his mother didn't know why
She asked him why he didn't flee,
To the place where was rain
The little brat, happily,
Told her the message,
The mother was awed faintly,
By her son's love for Rain
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