The air around gets choked,
The voice of most becomes hoarse,
Many cough violently.
A metallic sound emanates –boo,boo.
Fumes rise up from far,
The eyes turn blood-red,
Tears flow down in a dizzy.
A sobbing sound gets in – hiss,hiss,
Vehicles produce carbon emissions,
Choking man and nature together,
Implicating a catastrophe deliberately.
A chaotic commotion wakes up – ugh , ugh
Cigar smoking emit carcinogenic tobacco
The lungs become weak,
Short of breath triggers fatality.
A silence is remarkably felt.
Who makes all these?
The powerful man makes them all,
To aid him in his ventures plausibly,
A voiceless, cheerless , breathless, dead 
man emerges.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Man Makes Them All.”
And yet..man denies the danger of his creations.:-(