No Pure Air Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

No pure air
Friday, November 15,2019
10: 42 AM

I wish to go away
to far natural places and stay
with peace and harmony
to speak with birds and many objects

I am tired of daily routine
that has got nothing to offer me fine
I am not feeling good with the behavior
that my fellow brethren have earned

i find it strange
to witness the changes
that doesn't augur well with human beings
who have failed to bring the happiness

everywhere there is distrust
kidnapping, murders and lust
I feel like running away
and never return to stay

peaceful and calm water flows in the river
with no more pollution and fear
mountains echo same thing as we speak
you feel fresh and develop no sigh of weakness

My city has no pure air
to feel secure
from the damage caused by industry
and some by my own people in the country

Hasmukh Mehta