Polluted

The earth's healing now

And the layers of pollution are fading

As the animals roam care-free, and we stay in;

The tables, have turned on human beings.

In this new-found leisure

We have taken to varied tasks

Learning more and more each day

Of our creativity's forgotten parts

As we breathe in the pure air

And look up at the clean sky

We wonder, don't we?

Where had they hidden for the past decades

As on the terrace we lie

It feels so much better

To see a pollution-free world

Then... how much better could it be

To cleanse the 'inner world'...? 

Who knew?

A life within these 4 walls

Could kindle such a self probing;

Digging into the depths of this soul and mind...

Paving a new path... for a new life...?

As the world turns over a new leaf outside

I ask myself, in my mind,

What if humans followed the lead too

And discarded its self-made segregations

(Or, am I thinking of a utopian time?)

To instill the seed of humanity and compassion

In the heart of all the people

It can't be such a Herculean task

For the walls of prejudices to crumble

So, with us, and us alone, it lays

To decide what to do

Whether we seek a purer and healthier outlook on life

(Or... will a polluted one continue?)