There’s a haze in the city
Even the morning isn’t pretty
You breathe in Sulphur
From the burning rubber
Your lungs fight with methane
Now your life has become a bane

Oh pretty oxygen
Where you are?
We all are searching
Another Noah’s Arc
Where can I find
That morning glow?
Where the mornings
Are refreshing
And nature refreshes soul!

©2020 Piyush Singh