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Drowning Planet

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

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