Surfer's poem: Population

Resources are decreasing, population is increasing. But no one dares to take care. After many years... writes Ishtpreet kaur.

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.

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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.

On each and every day, I request each every day
Oh God! Control this pollution that is. Increasing day by day.
Ishtpreet kaur
St. Mark's Sr. Sec. Public School
preet_kapur@rediffmail.com