One day I saw a spotted deer
Running around the meadows so near
Grazing its food with no trace of fear
With beauty and grace and so many to cheer
From somewhere there came a sharpened spear
With vengeance and venom, it torn out the deer
I woke from my sleep
With a pain in my fist;
Enough to realize the fall from the bed
With the dream at its midst;
Though a dream it’s an ugly truth
The man he destroys nature with his brute;
One day he might regret for is deeds
And try to pluck his deadly weeds;
Might be too late for him to act
Only to see the world sink so fast;
Act today to save our earth
And leave behind a priceless worth;
- N.Maharajan
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