A poem on pollution-Plastikasur.

 The priest read the stars & wondered,

“Time of reincarnation ‘, he thundered.

My young daughter-inqusive and bold,

Smiled in amazement& thus she told,

“Since our childhood,we have heared,

when Demon is born, in this world;.

The GOD incarnet ,make everythig fair.

Nowadays on earth no,no demon dwell,

Why incarnation of God do stars foretell?”

The priest grumbled& closed his book,

Rearranged his Uttariya with a serccutic look;

THe ASUR  is born , the priestthus told;

Of extreme lust for worldly yealds,

Of people at large from every field.

Breath still there many dreaded Asurs,

Most seen highheaded PLASTICASUR.

THEplastic the pulse of our civilization,

Have brought our life a colourful passion;

His magical clutches in an auspcious way,

Engulf the world in pollution,like spiders pray;

The icon of luxury & fulfilment,

Is today a CANCER of environment.

                   —Poem by Dr, shyam gupta(from kavy- muktamrat )






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