Centuries' Trashes Are On The Roads Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Trashes from here, trashes from there
Trashes from near, trashes from far;
They, you and we all have thrown
So heavy! By storms, cyclones can't be flown;

Centuries' trashes have blocked these roads
Now cleansing do we must,
How long will we tread the trashes?
Or will we turn into these?

No way is seen anyone ever means
Even of paying for other ways,
Better without debating we do cleanse
To ensure everybody's path to well spot goes.