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?
