....कर्म की बाती,ज्ञान का घृत हो,प्रीति के दीप जलाओ...
---------The earth Day ----- a poem on pollution ...Dr shyam gupta
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--------Plastic ,The Demon of today------
---------The earth Day ----- a poem on pollution ...Dr shyam gupta
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--------Plastic ,The Demon of today------
The priest read the stars and wondered,
"Time of reincarnation of god",he thundered.
My young daughter,inquisitive and bold,
Smiled in amazement & thus she told,
"Since our childhood,we have heard,
When demon is born,in this world,
His powers are fortified by the boons of Tridev-
Either Brahma or Vishnu or great bestower Mahadev.
There is chaos on the earth& everywhere,
The god incarnate to make things fair.
Nowadays on earth no demon dwell,
Why incarnation of god do stars foretell.
The priest grumbled & closed his book,
Rearranged his Uttariya with a sarcastic look;
"True my child ! clever and bold.
"The Asur is born" , the priest thus told;
Of extreme lust of worldly yields,
Of people at large from every field.
Breath still there many dreaded Asurs,
Most seen high headed,Plasticasur.
The plastic the pulse of our civilization,
Have brought our life a colorful passion,
His magical clutches in an auspicious way,
Engulf the world in pollution like spiders pray.
That icon of luxury & fulfillment ,
Is today a cancer of environment.
"Time of reincarnation of god",he thundered.
My young daughter,inquisitive and bold,
Smiled in amazement & thus she told,
"Since our childhood,we have heard,
When demon is born,in this world,
His powers are fortified by the boons of Tridev-
Either Brahma or Vishnu or great bestower Mahadev.
There is chaos on the earth& everywhere,
The god incarnate to make things fair.
Nowadays on earth no demon dwell,
Why incarnation of god do stars foretell.
The priest grumbled & closed his book,
Rearranged his Uttariya with a sarcastic look;
"True my child ! clever and bold.
"The Asur is born" , the priest thus told;
Of extreme lust of worldly yields,
Of people at large from every field.
Breath still there many dreaded Asurs,
Most seen high headed,Plasticasur.
The plastic the pulse of our civilization,
Have brought our life a colorful passion,
His magical clutches in an auspicious way,
Engulf the world in pollution like spiders pray.
That icon of luxury & fulfillment ,
Is today a cancer of environment.
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