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LIFE WITHOUT TECHNOLOgY


                                                              Boy! Did they turn into a wreck?
                                                              It is unimaginable now,
                                                              But they managed somehow.


                                                              The lived happily
                                                              With their friends and family.
                                                              They did not have machines
                                                              So they just followed
                                                              Tardy routines.


          Given the opportunity                               How I wish I could live during those times,
          I would love to see the old community               Without having to push buttons or turn knobs!
          Surviving without technology-                       How I wish I could live without gizmos and internet.
          How did the people live                             Lord! Please make technology disappear
          And how did they thrive?                            And the Stone Age reappear!

                                                              Jaishna kohli
          How did they manage without tech?
          Sounds like hard work                               6-D

               RESPONDINg TO THE CRY OF EARTH



          I walked a mile into the forest,
          Following a sorrowful song.
          Met a woman dressed in black,
          She asked me where I belong.


          Beaming with pride,
          I spoke of the land that’s painted green.
          She smirked and replied,
          ‘That world has been engulfed by machine.’


          I took off the blind
          And held my head in shame,
          The whole forest was on fire,
          And my burning goals were to blame.

                                                              ‘All you need is a heart too pure.’
          The withering leaves fell in my lap,
          Begging for mercy.                                  Inundated with love;
          The woman caressed little sobbing flowers,          I gathered a few leaves,
          The whole mankind seemed unworthy.                  Responding to the cry of Earth,

                                                              Nature’s child planted a tree.
          I pleaded with her,
          And asked for a cure,                               Bhaavik gupta
          ‘Oh, Dear!’ said the holy mother,                   VIII-A



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