Nature, My First Love

Oh! my dear love,

Why have you dressed yourself in dust?

I know I have been late for you,

I could not come to afresh you.

You could have called me,

Why did you kept quiet?

I would have called all the helping hands ,

The named conservationist, the activists,

Why you kept quiet?

Why you kept tolerating the strokes of cuts?

I was busy in my professional life,

You could have called me,

I would have hugged you to start again a new movement. 

Oh! my dear blue carpets,

Why you allowed waste disposal in you?

Why you accepted the acidic flow within you?

I would have filtered the wastes,

Not to harm you.

Yes I was careless,

I could not take care of you,

That's the reason why I think,

This pandemic disguised as a blessing ,

To refine you.