Future with my eyes would look like salt in tea Everything would be destroyed up From the flora to the fauna From draught city to drowning island And from bizzare garbage hill to clogged drainages We are just preparing death for us Soon the blue sky will be covered by black of smoke And the pretty faces will hide themselves under the masks Oxygen cylinder price will hike up And diesel will no longer last The fossils would be extinct for next generation Their childhood will no longer exists in parks Then there is technology, a sweet poison Like sugar to diabetes and drug to druggist. The farmers woulf cry out loud Due to crop failure Humans will agonize due to water scarcity. ~Praful Maheshwari