When I came to my name
Bound with a lust of fame
I know such and so
In field with harrow and hoe
 Unearth the earth
Delve in the sky
Now I am so hi-fi
I am surrounded by toxins
Clouds with acid rain
Less pleasure much pain
With such big ozone hole
Melting both the pole
Damaging whole in whole
Alas! we have to progress
Now either play the digress
Come in nature with sharp razor
Pulled the stem and cut the root
This is our real science
And lament back in time
We are in search and research
Making our earth a desert
Anil Kumar Sharma
21/06/2014