Fire of Australia
A dread kindle of Australia,
With pile of sins onto head,
What’s rigid reflection way,
What carrying on too miles.
At just sight burn down many
Innocent wildest, none mercy,
Keep on taste many hue birds,
Animals, Bush & various trees.
While walking at way this fire,
Many hand waves by civilians,
To put out flame’s journey ,
Rather, put into lives too risk.
All one run down at any cost,
Wild living being that on way
Immolate turn to ashes storm
Doing dead loss, in full swing.
Whether, sins weight had over on
Head, dread fire run by egotism,
All world gazing at appear whom,
Rather, no care by volcano blaze.
Ashes scatter across world,
With fountains of terror fire,
Flames high on by pile sins,
Justly fondle feet of rain God.
As heated conscious promptly,
Rather, regret at ash epidemic,
At just strew rain to dispel fire,
Correspondingly relish worldwide.
However, no exertions loose on,
For help out for damage spices,
Without any caste discrimination,
Heartily salute to that civilians.
This poem describes about the fire of Australia what is too dangerous for all trees, herbs of forest and animals as well as birds. Which is exploded across the world by its terrorist attack on Australian fire .