She wails, but no tears shed

She is abandoned and betrayed

She is burnt and parched, she can’t speak

She has taken for granted…

Her soothing songs have become melancholy

Her alluring attire has torn and filthy

Her sweet aroma, now foul and impure

She was corrupted…

Oh… mother nature, the goddess of life

Trying to heal her wounds

Gasping for a final breath

Seeking gratitude, which was never given…

By Ishara Nimeshi

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