When Virus Shows To Men A Mirror Comments

O ye dunghill dwelling man, The way ye make earth's green brown Turning it to grave-like grey, I had to force this slow down.... //... Only if the human race could understand the purport of these lines which succinctly carries the concern of the poet as well as of guileless billions inhabiting this planet whose fragile Eco-system is at great risk. Thanks a lot.

A wonderfully composed poem. Truly marvelous....10++++++