One two three Make the world pollution free. Four five six Plant more trees. Seven eight nine World will be fine. __-______--- Poet Dr.Goutam Kumar Mallick N:B I wrote the rhyme on 5th june,2017.
One day I suddenly met my conscience. I said " What's the matter ? These days I hardly ever see you ! " Hearing me, my conscience brust into laughter. It said, " Earlier you used to keep me in the mirror, And I too would find the chance To sting you from time to time. But now ------- I'm locked away in the deep freez, solid ice ." --------------------- Poet : Dr. Goutam kumar Mallick