Tiny, mighty, bouldered vehicles here and there
Horns and hazards everywhere
Hits and falls, dash and crash in immensive traffic
Hells of chaos offended often are horrific
Tough build motors the emblem of pollution
Go up high by numbers without precaution
Roads and highways engulfed with smoke
Making humans to suffocate and choke
High held trees and its centuries of cherish
Beheaded to erect the doorways of hell to perish
Afflictional manner causes weird changes on unique earth
The one alone planet for human birth
Willful carelessness and the joyful risk
A stigma to human era and decline of living disk
Pollution hike today adds to sorrow
Then where will you be the day after tomorrow
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