Air Pollution Poem by Medha Upreti

It's hazy smoggy month.
Another weekend is here.
Spiders and moths seem
to be unaware of both.
This air pollution
isn't easy to bear.
Eyes prickle, ears itch,
nose is dry.
A mild kind of headache
lingers day and night.

Shortness of breath,
feeling of unease,
skin exposed to air
is affected too.
Wildfires have grippled
the nation at many regions.
It's a dire month,
a difficult time period.
We wait for the monsoon.
We wait for the rain.

~Medha