The fireflies gathered every night,
to decorate the trees very bright,
thousands of them at the great height,
where my heart had risen in mad delight,
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In the place of fire flies there will be pulps, decorate the thirty two levels of greediness, the babies will be born here in enclosures while common man is only in total despair. A meaningful and thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
The beauty of nature destroyed by townships. So common and the process seems to be unstoppable Love the message in the poem