The summer is gone
And the smog is here
With it's destructive plan.
Be cautious and save your life
In fact, it's a horrible strife.
Save life from the bloody demon
The terror of pollution is marching on.
It goes without saying -
It's a domino effect of our wildness
It's nothing, it's nothing
But the consequence of our blindness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It makes me the polluted air of Delhi and its smog! Thank you!