Pollution Poem by Mahi chaurasia

I saw a dream when i was sleeping
In my bedroom at dawn that- - - - -

The sun is rising high,
Our generation is increasing high.
Billions, millions and trillions of people living,
On this earth know that,
Our future will be bad.

Dreaming things are growing on earth.
NICE, VERY GOOD! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
But with pollution,
And no solution.

Earth is a living planet
With WATER and LAND
And with pollution.
So be together,
Make pollution a solution,
So that a good life would be there for our FUTURE.