Question

A poem or a story about effects of pollution.

Good and original please.

Answer 1

Here is a story-like-poem or poem-like-story.

Clean and green so far I lived
So they say I am a good lad.
Last night's dream God appeared
"O Noble boy! I give you Darshan
Wait at the sacred Banyan".

So happy I am, O my God !
I am going to see Great Lord.
Shared the news with mom and dad,
Who announced to neighbors in pride .

Pleasant and fresh the fields smelled,
In pure cool breeze into sky I gazed.
In cars autos n trucks people arrived,
So is nature's helpless world  disturbed.

In waiting hours and hours passed.
Cutting trees some had chairs made,
Burning wood kind moms cooked food.
Relentless wait saw no sign of God.

Oily vehicles ran and ran unstopped,
In playful moods got fuels wasted.
Greenhouse gases rose high upward,
As old and weak noses suffocated.

Sun's now straight above the head,
In thick dark clouds sky's all filled.

"Here I am Son", words I heard.
Left right and above too I searched,
Not finding Him I'm confused.

"I am above this hot black shield, 
That selfish, poor and ignorant caused,
Of poisonous gases n air polluted.
I return now with big ache in head".

"Green and clean measures for good,
Make your future healthy and sound.
Restore land, water and air like I created,
You'll then see Real Me all around".

Answer 2

☆☆☆THIRTY YEARS HENCE☆☆☆
thirty years from now...
when the world is cold and grey....
the smoke rising from the factories, no more symbolizes progress.
man now repents on his vandalism,
he cries and shouts in pain...
he wants no more progress.
all he wants is to say...
he wants to speak and protest,
but there's no ray of hope
for the world around is all sad now.
its suffocating like a death rope.

there's this little girl standing nearby
she awaits a drop of rain.
but she's too innocent to understand...
that her cry for pain....
is what her parents have brought about.
they are afraid to tell her
that it's them for whom she's suffering
they are scared to tell her
that her dreams will never come true.

so if you are one of those kids
who still plans for a good future
try your best to secure it
don't try to bring a new life on here...
if you're not ready to provide it with her little dreams
never tell her how the earth once looked like
never tell her it was green
because she'll not not know the colour
and then you'll not know what to say.........

the original poem... by RUPSHA @ peetakatniss4ever