1.19 Nature's Wrath
The unbound nature in her work,
Forgives - forgets not your worth,
For petty gains - man cuts trees,
She as mother frowns though free.
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But Lo! She too has her tale,
She brings a howling gale,
As a warning when she wails,
For barren land - that Man creates.
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poem by Munnan Misra
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