Season is on, seeds are sown
See no rains for crop to grow
Rains are scarce, drought is more
Summers hot, winters freezing cold
‘Climate change’ the word for these woes
Cut the trees, clear the woods
Clog the drains, dirty the oceans
Burn the thrash and spoil the air
It’s payback time and nothing more
Garner courage to hoot into ‘Ozone hole’
Scan the pacific for ‘Garbage float’
Mend your ways or see your children grow
In plastic land where nothing grows
Gitanjali