It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

Destination Nostaligic

Plastic is a curse.

Wading through the rubbish plastic.

Skipping over the garbage drastic.

Sneezing frequently over the smell caustic.

Negotiating round the corner as a rustic.

Reached the destination in a manner stoic.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

Seems like an unpleasant journey.