In the rat race for development
we are destroying natural resources
On which depends our lives
One day will come when
we will be called developed
When our earth will become
Fire ball worst than hell
Neither there will be greenery nor rain
Earth will be without trees
Neither there will be flow of river
Nor there will be coolness in the
atmosphere
Neither there will be ice on the mountains
Every thing will look barren like desert
We must think of the consequences
Now still time is there to save mother planet
For humanity
This earth is pledge for coming generation
It is not our ownership we are just a trustee
If you wish to live for the world as an example
It is worth living otherwise animals also live
Mamutty chola
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