Our Planet Was Not Made For Pleasure

A poem by Tahniat Afreen Malik

Photo by NASA on Unsplash

In coming
Existence from non-existence
Stirring in the world of galaxy
Race of planet’s
Moon’s mood, sun's heat
And
The tears of the Earth
(Who are Hollowing to our generation)
Why didn’t anyone notice?
How can the difference be made?
But despite that
To leave it
Our resin is not acceptable
Actually
"Our planet was not made for pleasure." 💙

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