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

Piano Teacher, Poet, Relaxed Housekeeper & Blogger

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