Recycle
Paper I read tossed on the side
Can that I guzzled, out the ride
Shoppers I stash, lie in a heap
Actual mound that has me weep
Its been there nearly a week
Pass it by after a furtive peek
Wade through knee deep muck
And we say, life is a suck
Oh this! It’s done, its fit to burn.
Ah! an that, tuck it under a fern
We zip past by and say in turn
Oh the bums, they’ll never learn
Trash I make called, piles of rot
Gets on your nerves and a blot
Disgusting an Dirty we all sing
But won’t recycle or do a thing
Stack up bottles after the binge!
An there is pooch with his thing!
We aren’t angry nor are we bitter.
Its just another life filled with litter!
(Islamabad)
(May 14,2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmm something that no one has time to think about........but needs attention! ! well done doctor!