It Might Be Too Late
In this murk night
Between the whirling blizzards
Every voice is lost
Somewhere in the desert.
Those who has growled
Or ever roared
Today they are missing
Between these windstorms.
I see a light is far away
Perhaps there is a shelter
Preferable to walk in the morning fog
Since this night is hauling the storm.
The cool breezes
Seem grumbling something
Something is depressing them
And it turned them into deadly weapon.
Storms are like hungry from centuries
And an anger inside the nature
Today it wants to get everything out
Perhaps that's why the ice sheet is laid on all.
The truth is
We do not even learn from our mistakes
Even after of nature's repeatedly warnings
We do not realize our mistakes
Until we face our death.
Today I am missing my family
And I'm battling for my life
Maybe this is my last night
But I do not think nature is incorrect in anyway.
Some people will mourn
Also ask for forgiveness with folded hands to God
But after a few days, they will be carrying on
Human effigy of mistakes and they will make mistakes again.
By Chetan K Dheer
Today climate is changing very fast. Greenhouse gases we are producing having a dangerous impact on environment. Nature is giving all the warning signs in form of frequent flood, windstorm, earthquakes, tsunami, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, landslides, tornadoes, droughts, famines, cyclones, etc. Mother earth is warning us at an alarming rate. Something needs to be done about it as soon as possible. Otherwise it might be too late leaving us only with regret.
Thank you Chetan Ji for sharing such a thought provoking poem about this crucial issue.