But if the trees are cut in this way,
if the forests are cleared and cleaned,
if the hills used for concrete chips,
if the marshes filled with and water birds
left to go nowhere,
water bodies got levelled,
what will happen to this green earth one day?
Temperatures will rise and fall abnormally,
heat waves will singe us,
flowers will droop in spring by noonday,
rains will not come,
tornadoes, cloudbursts, avalanches,
unseasonal rains, dust storms, droughts,
floods, pandemics and so on will seem to be threatening
our existence
as they have been now.
What will it happen if glaciers melt they,
what will it if the drought takes on
and rains it not?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem