A fastidious bowl over,
An incongruous show along,
A grotesque feel all over,
As I saw a heap lying along.
It was not a pile of waste ,
Nor a wholesome trash,
It was not a dusty paste,
Nor a gruesome crash.
It was a plastic heap,
Lying unmoved for years,
Bags ,bottles buried deep,
Moving earth to tears.
It is there steadfast,
Emanating a stench so foul,
People go ahead fast,
Twitching their noses with a growl.
It causes affliction,
As it lives persistent,
It incites a perpetuation,
As its extinction is resistant.
It gulps the earth,
In a swift gobble,
It harms the earth ,
To a shaky wobble.
Insecurity finds place,
Fertility of the soil is at stake,
Health is in a disastrous phase,
Man encounters a real crisis not fake.
Meenas Poems 