Ventilation Poem by Arvind Srivastava
Ventilation
The birds were talking
That our pleasant days of laughter and happiness
Are coming to an end
I am worried
Looking at this century
Meanwhile many of our relatives
Have broken their ties with the earth
This earth is no longer safe for us
The birds were talking
Without any pomp
Without any manifesto
With the hope of living
That even in big buildings
At least a ventilation should be kept!
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