Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The Discipline. - Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
The smog that experiences
In the early morning exercises
The blackened cloud that disturbs
Nostrils try to hard to contain
Open areas the source of life breath
Open space is nature's gift
Where smog and dumped wastes a problem
The climate is to be purely maintained
We can walk ahead for a better tomorrow
Contributing and maintaining our own discipline.
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