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Mountains

Here I stand

All talk and magnous,

Making you humans

Gawk and envious.

‘Mountains’ you call me,

‘Hills’ you name me,

But in real,

What I mean to thee!

My green blankets, my rich soil,
Pure air, I give you all,

without toil......
my skyscraping altitudes,

could not dither your attitudes!

You scrap me,

Dig me,

Blast me,

Create your own land and concrete

Should you be called engineering masters

Or termed as nature’s disaster!

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