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Pollution Most Foul

Pollution Most Foul

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Oh Delhi, winter skies dark and smoggy with pollution,

None seems to have any solution.


Winters of yore were sunny and clear,

Where one could breathe without fear.

Looking back my eye sheds a tear.


Politicians of every hue fight,

Keeping only the next election in sight.

My poor Delhi your future seems not so bright.


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