Bucolic Boisar Poem by Anya C

In this murky town of Boisar
Quiet the chemicals burn

The spew of fabrics cheap,
The cancerous creeks churn

Here's where the plastic fumes leave a toxic soot
In the rims of your eyes the nuclear rays shoot

In these lands of caste & creed the neighbours talk a lot
Their kitchens out clamour, while their marriages rot

In those fuming dark nights, rusty revenges froth
Pang stained hearts from the smoke of a burning hearth