We cope with pollution

Water is polluted; air is polluted.
Earth and sound are equally polluted.
Man is doomed; the world is doomed, all cry.
See. Our longevity is on its crescendo.

Pulls and pushes will balance
the imbalance of Nature.
14.03.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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