The Clouds of dirt Columns
Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth,
Throttling lives indiscriminately.
As they ascend and join their smog kins,
Hanging heavy over the city,
Heaven stalked by the hell,
Hooded and noosed for strangulation,
The heaven groan in pain.
The retina eclipse, myringa deafen,
Nostrils choke, Oh God!
Give me another organ to breathe.
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Hooded and noosed for strangulation, The heaven groan in pain. The retina eclipse, myringa deafen, Nostrils choke, Oh God! Give me another organ to breathe.- - - -A very powerful write about the dangerous level of pollution that has threatened the existence of life on earth.
The retina eclipse, myringa deafen, Nostrils choke, Oh God! Give me another organ to breathe. pollution so creatively described. Recently in the papers here in germany there was lot of news about the pollution in Delhi. this poem brings a consciousness to improve our polluted environment........ thank u. tony
thank you Dr Tony. the pollution level in Delhi and elsewhere is really a cause of concern for us.during my stay in Den Hague, i use to drive thro the black forest area of Germany with my friend then posted in Brussels (incidentally now in Berlin) .what a contrast! !
Earth is deprived of clean and fresh air Excellent write about the pollution
An amazing piece of poetry! Short but highly expressive! I am utterly fascinated with the first three lines, 'The Clouds of dirt Columns/Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth/Throttling lives indiscriminately'. I appreciate the piece of work heartily! I vote this beautiful poem with a 10
A witty reflection on the ugly effects of pollution occasioned by industrialization, and other human activities that destroy pristine ecosystems. A poignant piece of poetry set aside for serious contemplation. Thanks for sharing Debendra.
dear Chinedu, your words of appreciation of the poem indicates that the poem communicated what it intended to.Thank you for nice words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is an awareness against pollution through a beautiful poem having touching expression. I quote... The heaven groan in pain. The retina eclipse, aerodromes deafen, Nostrils choke, Oh God! Give me another organ to breathe. Thank u dear Debendra, keep the ball rolling.
thank you brother for your inspirational accolades!