THE WORLD

                                             

How beautiful you are
Many plants and trees you wear

You gave ‘me’ birth
But mother for all

Tears* as a stream
Snow, which is your cream

You gave us all you had
and made us very glad

Your tears is the source of life
But We damaged you without knife

You did not follow your child
And  stayed very mild

Though we pollute you
You do not revenge us
Like our lovely mother

By   

   Suriya pragalath