Look around us,
What are we doing?
Most probably polluting our environment.
How unhealthy has it grown?
Can't even trust the air we breathe,
Junks, exhaut pipes chemicals- the main pollutants,
Creating a hole in our precious ozone layer,
Thus destroying our mother nature,
Just to be more luxurios,
And all that hustle- bustle of the streets,
Killing you, eating you,
Will our future generation be ever thankful to us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I dont know whether there would be any future generations or not, had things remained so? Thanks for sharing Anjali