Ajit M Karigar
She and we.
Don't think that she is silent,
Don't know when she'll be violent,
There are no prediction and preconception,
Only we can know is post dstruction.
There is slow and gradual change,
In this modern world no true sage;
All say they are true tree lovers,
No one to protect but only are killers
All you can see is the concrete jungle,
All have spread over as a fungal;
Whatever you get is free is boon,
Wait for the nature's devastation soon.
Me,you,she,he will not see the end.
Only we see is mothers shattering trend.