Lost Paradise

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Lost paradise Wednesday,16th June 2021 One paradise is lost it shall cost us dearly old glory shall never be retained no pace with nature shall be maintained If I talk about my country, India once upon a time, it was called golden sparrow that allowed rich hospitality many highly qualified universities were established where foreign students were imparted knowledge its achievement was written with golden ink and many think tanks became known worldwide as the technology has advanced we have chanced with nature and violated its beauty we have destroyed it globally our country is no exception either we have deserted the nature added impurities in air and water even mountains not spared natural wealth is fast depleting natural calamities are increasing we feel not safe with nature's rage we are passing the critical phase Dr Hasmukh Mehta D.litt, Folt

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