Lekhny composition -11-Dec-2023
Pollution
I had a dream that was not at all sweet.
Whether a dream or call of nature but a voice.
Shivering sound , tearful cry and corpses of wheat.
Followed , to see the nature cry asked no response and scary noise.
Pollution death , death of soil , starved earthworm and loss of fertile.
Her womb is damaged , broken by chemical and hurt by chemicals.
Tears of unable to conceive, unable to nourish and loss of motherhood.
Her big beautiful face but dry down eyes and smile of hopeless.
The silent tears of air heard after land.
Tears that scream but become unheard , her voice fades away.
The pollution in air , the burning of air and sobs all burnt marks
The air is dying but no one to listen to it's plight.
The nature is calling, weeping for help and mourning of something loss.
Pollution sucking up on air , coloring the water dark and making soil go infertile.
Pollution the master of death, hurting the water , this water is crying.
Pollution is killing and is a slow poison that wants to trip us all.
The trees dying , the water crying but humans unable to understand
Lost in drunkenness , unable to see the world and closed ear of arrogance.
Pollution of energy playing with lives , and humans has become idiot day by day.
Rotten smile of , human spreading of pollution and no check and great demise
Great demise that kills everything leaving only few
To tell horror tales and kill them later
Pollution the killing machine the death itself stop at nothing, not before everything rots
Wake up to reality before no reality left and make new ones
Before it's too late and bad laugh of death greet you , so stop it all cost .
Reena yadav
12-Dec-2023 10:00 AM
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