Environment 14 - The Angry Rains And The Pink Rose
I am a little pink Rose!
I bloomed to see
This beautiful world,
To enjoy the monsoon,
The cool touch of the rains,
The sweet dew drops on my petals,
That gleaming, shinning white pearls,
The magical showers of the heaven!
But Alas! When the monsoon arrived,
The rains poured down in great anger,
The rains pounded the earth, trees and hills, without sympathy,
The rains just devoured the houses and people without any empathy!
What wrong have I done to be blown away by the fiery, rainy storm?
What sin have I committed to be torn and crushed into the deep earth?