What kind of disease-mourning nature keeps its chest to get for this human civilization. But since humanity has gone astray, we have assumed such a monstrous form that true nature is hostile to us today. None of his powers are able to protect us today from the deadly clutches of this deadly coronavirus.
Well tell me, how can nature be generous? Forests, trees, rivers, mountains and even the habitats of animals are the realms of mankind today. A paved concrete path for Maharaja Pankhiraj Pajero Mardisiz was built across the chest of the flowing calm river. The roar of poisonous monsters today in the salty white foam of the sea. By breaking the cover of the young green leaves and putting a sharp saw on the chest of the tree and wounding him, we human beings became the merchant king.
The sweet smell of the soil filled the mind. All the dirt is washed away by the rain dust. But disobeying the rules, all the huge buildings and a class of people were rolled on the ground and crushed like ants. The soil from which I was born and where I go back, that soil I do is very insignificant.