At The First Death Poem by Muzahidul Reza
At The First Death
Air is blowing with heavy poisonous smell
Spreading to whole atmosphere
Dense with harm, threat, fear
Of man-made an artificial deep hell;
I am afraid to breathe of each breath
I meet the environmentalists
Native, foreign all specialists
What I find they are at the first death,
They are burning themselves in that hell
Tragic death pit without helm
Affected are following them
The hell guards demolish all into the hole.
Muzahidul Reza
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At The First Death a wonderfully written true poem, thank you for the poem
Nice poem, modern phenomenons are woderfully depicted in it...... I am afraid to breathe of each breath I meet the environmentalists Native, foreign all specialists What I find they are at the first death, 10
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Nice poem, modern phenomenons are woderfully depicted in it...... I am afraid to breathe of each breath I meet the environmentalists Native, foreign all specialists