All around the waste, a Waste Land,
Dirty, smelly and terrible it seems,
Dangerous smogs soar up above the sky,
To toll the death knell that is high.
The five elements one is made of
But, here six are the elements to bear
A soul, a dark soul made of trash,
A giant is born into the trash, and
Horrible he seems. Although made of trash,
The plastic, but his food is nature and we.
The more waste he eats the more he strengthens,
We have born him to see destruction,
He glances around wherever he can see
To find his food, his hunger never ends.
He is coming not to play with us,
He is coming to kill us and the mother,
He is coming, for he has cause to come,
He is on duty, the duty we have given,
He is coming to prove loyal to us,
He is coming to loan off the debts.
A magnificent write about the looming disaster for earth due to plastic pollution. Let me quote- A giant is born into the trash, and Horrible he seems. Although made of trash, The plastic, but his food is nature and we. The more waste he eats the more he strengthens, We have born him to see destruction,
" All around the waste, a Waste Land" My wife says to me: " Bri, all around your waist is a Waste Land! " " en·due verb literary: endow or provide with a quality or ability." it's an interesting word i'd not known, but....does it fit here? bri :)
Oh! It's done accidentally. The actual word is to loan of. Sir, Auto correction system made it wrong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A warning call about one of the biggest dangers to the health of our planet. It is high time we took adequate measures at local as well as global level to eliminate the use of plastic which is not bio-degradable. Thank you, Jagdish ji, for composing such a powerful and thought provoking poem.