Bread And Breath Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Crackers and the fire work material is sold;
as bread and butter of many, this business holds.

Now it's not just amusement of the children,
but show-off of the money and the competition.

On the occasion of Diwali, pollution goes high;
in many cities of India, more than twenty times.

On footpaths too, same question of bread rise;
hawkers earn lively-hood, walkers deprived.

Mix in the air, apart from industrial smokes,
dust flown out of building construction works.

Rash and zigzag driving, is very often seen,
hurried for work, in most cities same like scene.

They fly dust in the air, everyone else breath;
dangerous to the life and the people's health.

S. D. Tiwari