Kharghar is burning

Kharghar is burning and nobody cares.

There’s often a strong smell of smoke in the air.

Garbage collection is not a routine,

And waste segregation still is a pipe dream.

Kharghar stinks and nobody cares,

The stench of chemicals sometimes fills the night air.

The cool of the season brings a mist early morning,

That keeps it all down until we’re all coughing.

The plastic ban is just a piece of paper,

And many vendors flout it.

Because customers fight and would rather not buy

From the shops that try to promote it.

Kharghar’s polluted and just a few care,

Enough to change, make a difference.

To find new ways of celebration,

And new traditions that don’t cause pollution.

Kharghar is polluted and a few do care,

Could others join in and be more aware?

Published by Anitaelise

Anitaelise teaches piano lessons at Anitaelise Piano Studio and writes poetry and essays at The Relaxed Housekeeper.

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