Please Don'T Kill Me Comments

great great sharing keep it up..!

Dis world is not meant to b paradise so God doesnt supervise evrything in d way He wants. He lets man kill n destroy in his freewill so dat he is judged n tested in d next world. So your poem was so great and hardhitting. Both on environmental n human scales.

I wonder myself....? ? ? ? ? where can he be when children so young are sick? ? And this World's evil way's seem to overpower all innocence!

I wonder myself....? ? ? ? ? where can he be when children so young are sick? ? And this World's evil way's seem to overpower all innocence!

a nice write stop killing the trees its time to leave them alone

Yes, it is more than killing a tree! You have conveyed the message effective, the killers inside us is to be killed. A poem with good cadence and diction.

Simple, with good cadence, full of pity and love, we can hear the cry of hapless tree!

A tree is helpless and cannot go anywhere. Man keeps chopping trees and it leads to global warming. Drought conditions will appear.One keeps repenting later. Beautiful poem.

We need nature.every single tree, every single person in this world. It's not our making its Gods making. But as I said In your other poem God gave us a choice. We are doing the harm, not him. It's our greed and ignorance and cruelty. Think down to earth. Man choose to destroy himself. Not even God can stop him. There are so many gods in this world and they are all giving man a hand to destroy this world and himself Keep writing. Keep sending your prayer to the one God. He sees everything. He Knows everything. Mohabeer Beeharry

We have to live and commune with nature. A tree is very important to nature its leaves refreshes the air and the fruits that it bears are for nourishment. It has many other uses: wood for houses, paper to write on, a haven for birds and animals also for helping with soil erosion. When one dies its a loss. An inspiring write.

Where is God at such moments When the helpess turn to Him and cry Where does He go, oh do tell me When their echoes fade out and they die the most pertinent question ever! a touching poem, Dipy.

Nature lives and breathes with us. A great poem.