come and bring the fresh air
air that never pollutes
never clouds the sense
from sensing, loving, and desiring the life
it is difficult to do just that in a polluted world
to clear
the smear
sludge
centuries have brought
and ensued in our body and soul
the sludge engulfs every sense in spiral roll
the minds are full with ideologue polluted crumb
children cry in slum
I feel as a hypocrite who could not do more
world goes on polluting
I am not in clear and pure
bring me fresh air and clear my soul
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