Pollution Out Of My Window Poem by Anandita Bhalerao

I’m sitting in my room,
The fan is on full speed,
May just put on the AC,
I know it’s not a good deed.

I’ve learnt about its effects,
I know them off by-heart,
There really are so many-
It causes pollution for a start.

Everyone knows about it.
Everyone knows how to stop,
But why should we all do it
If it’s not done by the cop?

That is the general question,
To which nobody has the answer,
It’s the opinion of the common public-
Banker, writer, dancer...

At this moment a memory
Comes to my mind at once,
It is of the Factory outside,
Which has been there for months.

It’s not really a factory,
Although it looks like one,
I have no idea what it is,
But it really is no fun!

It emits a horrible black gas,
Every now and then,
I can almost see the sky-
Dying at the hands of men

Another time-(This happens often) ,
I’m sitting in my car,
The road’s jam-packed, the signals’ red,
There’s no progress by far.

We’ve been here quite a while,
And I’m itching to say what’s in my head-
“TURN OFF THE STUPID A.C.! ”
But I keep quiet instead.

I don’t blame anybody,
Because I’m at fault too,
I want to do something about it
But will it help if I do?

I’m pretty sure about the answer,
I’m waiting for my chance,
Just going to grab it when I get it,
Be in an environment-friendly trance!

**Waiting to help... =)