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Hills are Dying...

Hills were beckoning
Woods were summoning
An idea prevailed
If I would proceed
I may find my solitary reaper
I may find my own daffodils
To give me eternal joy.

Heart inspired, passion fired
To search for my nightingale
To soothe my senses with cuckoo’s wail
I went to bow in front of hills
Oh! My heart ached
To see hills are dying
Hills are sighing

Gone are daffodils
Gone are reapers
Hills are crying
And only crying
To give me eternal sorrow.

Forests are cleared
Concrete jungles are cheered
Flora and fauna are vanishing
Plastic is reigning
Oh! Grip of cancer is threatening
Man’s life span is waning.

Give your ear for
Hills are crying.
Hills are crying.

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  1. Sandeep SinghOctober 9, 2019 at 12:24 AM

    Nice poem, giving a message to save the nature....

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  2. SavitabaliOctober 9, 2019 at 5:37 AM

    Beautiful poem

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  3. SavitabaliOctober 9, 2019 at 5:37 AM

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  4. GarimaOctober 9, 2019 at 9:51 AM

    Amazing poem mam😊😊

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  5. UnknownOctober 9, 2019 at 11:10 AM

    Really good subject Manika

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  6. Vikram BhokerOctober 10, 2019 at 6:15 AM

    Excellent Job Bhabi Ji

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  7. UnknownOctober 10, 2019 at 8:13 AM

    Thought provoking

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  8. UnknownOctober 10, 2019 at 8:14 AM

    Thought provoking

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  9. shibbydiariesOctober 11, 2019 at 8:20 PM

    This is amazing,ma'am! We wish you succeed in this newly taken step.

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  10. BaliOctober 12, 2019 at 3:22 AM

    Very beautifully expressed the thoughts and concerns from happiness to sorrow

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  11. Shruti BhattOctober 12, 2019 at 10:38 PM

    Very nice

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  12. vedanshiOctober 12, 2019 at 10:42 PM

    fabulous ❣️

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  13. Jaya puniaOctober 13, 2019 at 12:01 AM

    Excellent!..poet has presented so serious topic.. so beautifully..!!🌠🌠👍👏

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  14. UnknownOctober 13, 2019 at 5:31 AM

    2012:- A rumour that earth is about to die
    Humans :- freaking out
    2019:- everyone witnessing climate change
    Humans:- chill out , nothing serious


    This poem is indeed, amazingly written !

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  15. Swati GuptaOctober 14, 2019 at 6:43 AM

    Heart Touching...

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  16. Ritu GuptaOctober 14, 2019 at 7:42 AM

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  17. Ritu GuptaOctober 14, 2019 at 7:46 AM

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  18. Ritu GuptaOctober 14, 2019 at 8:19 AM

    A spine tingling poem💐

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  19. RashmiOctober 14, 2019 at 8:37 AM

    Thought provoking
    Woderful job Manika

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  20. Dr. MinakshiOctober 23, 2019 at 4:04 AM

    A very good massage to mankind..Allusions to Wordsworth n keats make the poem praiseworthy.

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  21. Khyat MehtaOctober 29, 2019 at 1:14 AM

    Decent one

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  22. Ritu mehtaJanuary 4, 2020 at 10:23 PM

    Heart Touching... Very nice

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  23. PaavniJanuary 5, 2020 at 12:56 AM

    Fantastic 👌

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  24. UnknownJanuary 5, 2020 at 6:56 AM

    Great initiative 👌 😊

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  25. UnknownJanuary 5, 2020 at 6:57 AM

    👌👌👌👌👌👌

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  26. JasmeetAugust 30, 2020 at 11:29 PM

    👏👏👏👏

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  27. UnknownAugust 31, 2020 at 10:28 AM

    Fabulous poem ma'am

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  28. UnknownAugust 31, 2020 at 10:30 AM

    No one can stop you from being a writer in future🤗🤗👍👍❤️💖💗🌹💐

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  29. Nidhi mehtaApril 1, 2021 at 4:45 AM

    Wonderful message for humans.... 👌👌👌

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