There lay a heap
be it trash
where could we find
things all in dust
good or bad might be.
The heap grew in size
as days passed by
going higher and higher
piled upon the lovely earth.
They become contaminated
flies and mosquitoes breed over
stray dogs pull them over
making a mess of the whole.
Those that disintegrate
mulched and decimated
the strewn bags of polypropylene
lay there glaring hideously.
This careless act of throwing
embitters the environment
rendering a habitation
unfit for living.
That may be a point as of now
that concern of the future
looks horrible and disastrous
converting fertility to sterility.
Meenas Poems 