Warmth Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Warmth

The warmth of the Earth,
Told me it was either good or bad.
It seemed the devils of the dark environment
Were at work.

Human hands contaminating the Earth
Filled it with pollution and grey.
It was like there was no solution
Only the downfall of Earth and no sun's ray.

The warmth turned to heat.
The heat was not wanted
By us
But never stopped by us.

This generation stopped
The next generation
From enjoying life.
It was Earth contaminated.