Theme: Pollution


Once again
the masks have arrived
for our faces,
the same we put
to claim our veins
have dried of oxygen.

A black foam rises
and crushes the voice of which
is unable to be formed,
mute, we all
is not an incidence
but our fallacy.

So long,
no one cries
what is so dear to us
that suffocates but
we bear not the pain,
may cry.


More By  :  Neelam Dadhwal

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