Surfer's poem: Population
Resources are decreasing, population is increasing. But no one dares to take care. After many years... writes Ishtpreet kaur.india Updated: May 01, 2006 11:51 IST
Resources are decreasing,
Population is increasing.
But no one dares to take care.
After a many years, it would be a fear.
The forests are getting empty.
People are using the woods, to make their own goods.
Oh! Dear please, don't cut trees,
For they give us oxygen to breathe.
Green green trees, make the environment clean.
Garbage on the roads, pollute the environment more.
The vehicles and chimneys create smoke, because of which we get choked.