*Killing of Civilisation*
Have you seen the sky,
Panting for a breath of air?
The greenery begging for
A drop of life—do they care?
While walking by the moor,
I saw a newborn spring;
Its laughter brutally silenced
As deadly missiles are hissing.
The black anger clouds
The tender earthly love;
They find no way to cross,
As the fiery waves surge.
— Written by Manas Bhattacharjee
