Thursday 17 September 2015

A Paper Filled Dustbins Tale

- Naba Raj Chetri.

Pic credits: flickr

Don't you have eyes to see those bold letters,
Don't the pride of your city matters,
Why do you litter around,
Keep your city fresh and sound.

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Don't throw your garbage on me,
This job is done by my brother better than me,
I am meant for your papers,

Not for your meat or silly diapers.

Demand! Demand! Demand!
Demand your government to have me installed,
Use me for the paper you throw in stalls,
Every street needs me,
Why I'm not present the fact beats me.

Punish! Punish! Punish!
Punish those who don't use me,
Doesnot matter if it's a he or she,
I struggle to keep your city clean,
Don't spare those who are mean.

Enjoy! Enjoy! Enjoy!
Enjoy the green, clean world,
We coexist to maintain the beauty of the world,
Let not your younger generation chide you,
Let them see a better world then you.

Pleasure! Pleasure! Pleasure.
Take pleasure in a world,
Where the head is held high and the eyes have a green, clean world to see,
Take pleasure in a world,
Where we exist for a better today and even better tomorrow.

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