Pollution Measure Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Pollution measures

Eyes for green lush
And our eagerly rush
For farm house or field
Only imagination is held

Everything has changed
It is just a dream and paged
On canvass with no reality
But on canvass we maintain purity

Nature is spoiled
Even sky is holed
Ozone layer is punctured
We are surely threatened

So more field or garden on this pattern
May reduce some concern
Strengthen some bond and respect
We shall have reason to react

If each house is afforded at least one tree
It may emit oxygen to make air free
And add some anti pollution measures
That shall reduce highly threatening postures