And the lid of Nature’s patience has blown off in the air,

As she fumes out, out loud, “Man will run, run in despair!”

The great ice caps of the poles she melts with almighty rage

To bring mighty storms and billowing wind which no man can ever gauge.

Water gives life and taketh away with thundering lighting bolt

And it rains, rains, and rains endless making every man cold.

It rains on dirt and diesel and smoke washing them off her face,

On pipes and drains it rains so hard it wipes them without a trace.

The thundering bolt hits only once to strike that chimney down,

One more hit and up in flames go the machines that pollute the town.

What destruction that only man could make, come from the hands of nature

The war is start, to kill the dirt and see the new earth better.

Not like this was it always when man stood to breathe the green

And fated himself to build higher and conceived his own plans mean.

So he cut the trees and the small weeds too

And he built brick, by brick his human zoo.

He made plastic and cement and he made atomic waste,

Hydrocarbons, Chlorofluorocarbons artificially chaste.

And man made this and man made that, and he reaped harvest of all he sew,

Till foreboding Nature spoke in muted pain, “What you do to Nature comes back to You.”

Dwaipayan Adhya