ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: The Bed of ‘Flowers’, by Suparna Gangal

The bed of flowers
I was accustomed to
Treated by the gentle aroma
I always felt good

Then it all withered away
I didn’t know how to react
I picked some up
And they smelt bad

I stepped out to see,
What was wrong?
Beneath my flower bed
Lay a tunnel,
That spewed toxic waste all-round

The flowers and fauna
Had fallen ill
Thanks to the brazen human inkling.

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