Life is gritty void bugging all around
Hardly any space for us go out
and breathe natural air, to play
game in broad day light with sanguine
mood to be culled into the net around;
pollution, noise, gas and smoke
all around, without which mankind
is loggerheads with his self, despite
comforts surge like mountain ranges,
like elephants rampaging forests, plantain
trees and groves, hazards and environmental
hiccoughs rummage our lives. Day and nights
vie with air pollution and noise pollution,
we keep our fingers crossed waiting
for sanguine outcome, but heading
towards puffs of smokes blinding us .
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