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In Crossroads


The garbage lies in the yard in heaps.
Carry bags of polythene make up the heap.
Unmindful of the eyesore people go about
throwing more rubbish undestrgarbageoyable on the heap.

There emanates a foul smell from the garbage.
Mosquitoes and insects breed in millions in the garbage
infecting the people around with ghastly illness.
by attacking them along with their entourage.

However much offensive they prove
the collection seems to grow without any reprove.
The people pay no attention to civic rules.
They like to live on amidst the stench in an approve.