by Punit Ganshani
Here I stood, cries the mountain,
Here the birds chirped,
Leaves talked about the breeze,
Heaven envied the earth!
Rivers flew between the rocks
Clear was the salty water,
Oh bless the Adam who sung the song
In the beautiful weather.
O wonder what we did to today,
Mountains became rocks,
We hear not birds chirp, leaves fell off
Call me hell, cries earth.
Rivers still flow, are not waterfalls
Water – not a single drop is pure,
What has left with man?
A dry sunrise, a silent night call!
Time has not gone yet, think twice,
Let us today ‘Go Green’
Bring a change tonight,
Carve a happy life!