Early morning when I wake up
and look out of window,
I feel my heart sinking
for nothing I see is green.
Grey, the colour of smoke
and grey, the colour of sky,
Feels devastating
when looked at these days.
Sometimes pity is what I feel
for the wonderful lungs of mine
turning grey which are
like the colour of sky.
Scared, I am
as to what will happen
when carbon in the air
makes the breath grey.
Cars gleam pink, red and maroon
and leaving the trees
all barren, leafless
and brown
"Help me," the humans will say
when nothing will remain green
when black will become'
the colour of death.
Man thinks
the Earth will help
whatever might happen, it will be
ready to die for him.
BUT IS THAT TRUE??
"No!" the earth will reply
"got what you deserved, you have.
What did you think
killing me will help you survive?"
Down and down
the man will go
with nothing but guilt
of the murder of his Mother Earth.
Nothing will come to help
once the black-hole gulps the Earth
And nothing will help survive
Once the Earth gets destroyed.
Now's the time
to think about Earth
so that when it comes to death
atleast it's not all bleak.
So,
prevent this pollution
from reaching the sphere of Earth
so that when it comes to death,
we can go on guilt free and proudly ,
that there is something we did
to save this Mother Earth of ours!
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