Polluted Aim Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Aim is polluted,
Life is polluted,
Society is polluted,
You can't enjoy anything
In this polluted time.
Food polluted,
Water polluted,
Air polluted,
Profession polluted,
I am sure,
You can't live
Without pollution.
Are you searching perfection?
Come on then, say
Your name and age, and
Both address
Permanent and present.
Let me test how far
Your words are polluted.
Let me know how you walk,
On the road that is dead.
Nothing is serious, worry not,
Just take everything as usual.
Life is simply loving and
It is purified as before.
No remedy is necessary
But take everything
Easily and freely and
Wait to see elimination
Of pollution.