Silence, silence, silence….
Only the trees whisper.
echoes within
I am trying to discover,
Where is people’s patience?
Have they forgotten?
The voices of the earth
that lie beneath their feet.
In the garden of beauty,
all the trees and flowers
have lost the touch
of the human soul.
Where humans once preserved nature
For its many purposes
They’ve now lost the connection.
The care, the touch, to nurture nature
People cherish fleeting wonders.
but fail to revere nature –
The “ ultimate master ”
Where every leaf, flower, river, and mountain
speaks a timeless story, if only we would listen!
Trees gift us breath,
Yet greed takes root!
Chasing towers of glass and steel;
Forgetting the roots that taught us to feel
Hey Human!
Listen to nature’s whispers.
It weeps and pleads ;
HALT!
For your breath depends on me!
Are you ready to breathe without air?
OR
Will you provide the world?
With oxygen cylinders instead???
Pradnya Gaikwad
About the Author
Pradnya Gaikwad is a self-taught writer, poet, artist, and photographer from Pune. Her creative world is deeply inspired by nature, its colours, details, and quiet emotions. She has contributed to more than twenty anthologies, magazines, blogs, and photography publications, and has also served as a judge for school-level competitions. Her poems have been published in world record and international anthologies. Holding a Master’s degree in Microbiology, she blends science with sensitivity in her work. She is a recipient of the 21st Century Emily Dickinson Award and is recognised as one of India’s emerging writers.
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