Let Us Breathe Again!

The Clouds of dirt Columns
Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth,
Throttling lives indiscriminately.
As they ascend and join their smog kins,
Hanging heavy over the city,
Heaven stalked by the hell,
Hooded and noosed for strangulation,
The heaven groan in pain.
The retina eclipse, myringa deafen,
Nostrils choke, Oh God!
Give me another organ to breathe.
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by Debendra Majhi

Comments (7)

Very nice, Majhi. Did not know this side of you at all!
The retina eclipse, myringa deafen, Nostrils choke, Oh God! Give me another organ to breathe. pollution so creatively described. Recently in the papers here in germany there was lot of news about the pollution in Delhi. this poem brings a consciousness to improve our polluted environment........ thank u. tony
Earth is deprived of clean and fresh air Excellent write about the pollution
An amazing piece of poetry! Short but highly expressive! I am utterly fascinated with the first three lines, 'The Clouds of dirt Columns/Emanates out of the ‘developed' earth/Throttling lives indiscriminately'. I appreciate the piece of work heartily! I vote this beautiful poem with a 10
A witty reflection on the ugly effects of pollution occasioned by industrialization, and other human activities that destroy pristine ecosystems. A poignant piece of poetry set aside for serious contemplation. Thanks for sharing Debendra.
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