Flowers..red, yellow, magenta, blue
Growing lovingly upon the harsh features
Of man molested mountains.
Mountains….once lonely proud guardians
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God’s magnificent bold strokes across
Earth’s canvas
This poem transcends the threshold of ordinary—these poignant words needs to be simmered to a melt and poured into the criminally callous ears of our gluttonous developers and politicians who would only stop once there is nothing else to maul.
I was so piqued during my stay at Donga Gali last year as I constantly heard the vulgar sounds of trees being felled and the horrendous bitumen being sunk into the Lord’s divine verdure
Thanks so very much for giving robe of words to the naked pent up feeling of disgust and abhorrence
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God’s magnificent bold strokes across Earth’s canvas This poem transcends the threshold of ordinary—these poignant words needs to be simmered to a melt and poured into the criminally callous ears of our gluttonous developers and politicians who would only stop once there is nothing else to maul. I was so piqued during my stay at Donga Gali last year as I constantly heard the vulgar sounds of trees being felled and the horrendous bitumen being sunk into the Lord’s divine verdure Thanks so very much for giving robe of words to the naked pent up feeling of disgust and abhorrence