An Alarm
The apostle of fragrance,
Flowers show inimitable variance,
Well it’s a blessing of Mother Nature,
Forgotten entity she is, in favour of several miles
of concrete pasture,
We are locked up in rooms,
In cities, where in the skyline many a skyscraper
looms,
I feel many a baby; newborns haven’t even seen a
tree,
In pursuit of humiliating excellence, one day earth
will be human-free.
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