Merging with its fragments, Beating notes of transience... Merging with its fragments, Beating notes of transience...

The poem talks about the revival of nature. The poem talks about the revival of nature.

Deforestation took us on the Verge, Deforestation took us on the Verge,

It was the month of may, Midnight, and I was eagerly waiting... It was the month of may, Midnight, and I was eagerly waiting...

A writer has an impeccable wisdom.. A writer has an impeccable wisdom..

Forgot, forgot, forgot really I Way which rise sake forgot I. Forgot, forgot, forgot really I Way which rise sake forgot I.