Doomsday! Doomsday!! Doomsday!!! This is what every blob of cloud seemed to say. Mankind was on its way. Advancing slowly, but certainly towards doom’s way! Not a single tree now survived. In a land that was once lush green. As mankind aimed to propel itself towards the sky. A jungle of concrete, on land grew up to thrive. Pollution poisoned the air making it toxic. No longer did it retain its freshness. Smoke from the factories and vehicles Hung heavy everywhere, static. Spewing at a rate, beyond any speculation. Tall columns of smoke presided, hardly any respite. They burned the eyes and clogged the lungs The days grew dark, the thick smog shut out the sun. Uncontrollable now, doom seemed the only prediction. Humanity’s death knell seemed to have been rung. Slowly but steadily advancing each day. Mankind kept pushing itself towards its own extinction.
Poetry Copyright @ Goutam Dutta
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