These Days What Is Wrong With Man Poem by Prayash Gupta

These days what is wrong with the man, they won't ride on me.
(Just open your eyes and see the comfort they find in me)

But they know that I'm Environment-friendly.
(But I'm people friendly)

I know you can travel fast, but you create pollution.
(So what, people prefers me, they tolerate pollution as well)

You make many accidents every day.
(It is not made by me but by the reckless driving)

In the primitive times, they rode on me and fought battles.
(So what, now they can travel with me to battle for their existence)


Fly high in the sky, one day your pollution will kill man.
(Let it be, they are the one to prefer me)

What is wrong with the man, they won't ride on me.
(Just open your eyes and see the comfort they find in me)