Death of Marco Simoncelli

If you're reading this, your probably aware of the death of MotoGP rider Marco Simoncelli, who tragically died on the 23rd of October 2011.

Simoncelli was navigating through turn 11 on Lap 2 barely 4 minutes into the race at the Sepang circuit in Malaysia when he lost balance and began to veer into the track while 9/10 times the bike would've moved out. To his misfortune, he veered right into the paths of Colin Edwards and Valentino Rossi. Both of whom tried with all their might to avoid crashing into the sliding Simoncelli. But their attempts seemed futile and they crashed directly into Marco Simoncelli whose helmet was knocked off in the course of the accident. Colin Edwards took a spill and dislocated his left shoulder while Valentino managed to stay on the bike without any physical damage. While a helmetless Marco lay on the track motionless, face first. The race was immediately Red Flagged and Marco Simoncelli was taken to a medical facility where he succumbed to his injuries. The official cause of death was "Severe Trauma To The Head, Neck and Chest."

At the age of 24, raw talent and a fighting spirit to match, Simoncelli was touted to the next poster boy of MotoGP after Valentino Rossi for his flamboyant hair and exuberant personality. But someone wanted all the good ones this year, from Steve Jobs to Dan Wheldon to Marco. The year has been a painful one for all of us. Many greats have been taken away and 2 under unnatural circumstances who died while doing what they loved most.

My heart goes out to the Simoncelli family, the Gresini Honda Team, the MotoGP paddock, Marco's fans and most importantly Colin and Valentino themselves. Sure, Simoncelli might've experienced excruciating pain for an hour but these two men must live with the guilt of thinking that they must've been a reason for the death of Marco Simoncelli. More so in the case of Valentino, they hung out, joked together, trained together and were both Italians. Simoncelli once said that he wished Rossi would solve his issues at Ducati so that they could race together at every GP, such was the respect that Marco held for Valentino.

All that remains now are memories. Memories of all the podiums, the exuberant hair, the aggressive riding, the tall frame which barely fit in the confines of his motorcycle. But one image will forever live on in the minds of everyone who witnessed the horrific crash. The sight of one of the most lively characters in the MotoGP circuit lying lifeless on the Sepang Track.

The incident is a grim reminder of how precious life is and how vulnerable it is even it times when we least expect it. None can be solely blamed for this catastrophe, we can only hope Colin Edwards and Valentino Rossi find it in their hearts and minds to think the same.

Here you will see Marco's right hand stuck under Rossi front tyre while his left leg is still on his bike while his right leg is under his bike. His left arm is invisible and the location of his head at this point of time is easy guessable.

Though notorious in the beginning of the season for causing accidents with Dani Pedrosa and Jorge Lorenzo, Marco Simoncelli's death is a great loss for the world of motorsport. His charisma was infectious on track as it was off of it.

Ironically, when asked if he was afraid of dying in an accident, Simoncelli apparently responded: "No. You live more for five minutes going fast on a bike like that, than other people do in all of their life."

Marco Simoncelli

27 January 1987-23 October 2011

Rider with passion and talent to match

You will be missed.

Rossi and Simoncelli in happier times

Video(Not for the faint heated)

The Fastest 19-Year Old

While the world talks about Casey Stoner winning the 2011 MotoGP world championship on his home turf on his birthday. There exists a certain 19 year old in the Moto2 class who is sure to make waves in the MotoGP class when he gets there.

The name of this kid is Marc Marquez.

125cc World Champion 2010 at the age of 18 and most recently came third in the Australian Grand Prix after starting way back at 38th position. Better still,he is 2nd in the Championship standings to Stefan Bradl by only 3 points. Even if he doesn't win the title this year, somewhere I believe that in the next 3 years, we're going to have a dream racer in the MotoGP class in Marc Marquez.

The Shrouded Listener

I thought her to be hollow at first sight,
As she stood there bright and fair,
I’m glad I was not right,
As I stood there and did stare.

I frequently seek her consolation,
In her silence I find comfort,
She listens with no hesitation,
Opinions, she never did purport.

She convinced me, there were eyes,
That watched me with close attention,
And knowing when the eye cries,
And when I needed protection.

She convinced me, there were ears,
Patient enough to hear all I have to say,
Ready to put away my fears,
At any time of night or day.

She convinced me, there were hands,
That hold my hands when I’m in fear,
Helping me build castles in the sands,
And wiping off the odd tear.
In the darkness she was the light,
As I was feeling in the darkness,
She guided me in the right,
A job that seemed so thankless.

She was the warmth in the cold,
When I shivered, she gave me shelter,
Ready to praise and to scold,
Stood by me, when others ran helter-skelter.

I tell her all on my mind,
Yet, her thoughts are kept safe and sound,
For I must not undergo trouble of any kind,
Due to her thoughts which are so profound,

I’m baffled by her secretive nature,
She seems to be perfect on the outside,
But it never does concur,
With what she hides on the inside.

I know she will be there always,
Though I watch her fade behind the clouds,
Ready to help me when my mind sways,
As she covers herself in black shrouds.

I watch the Moon set in the night sky,
With the black clouds hovering over,
I wonder if this is goodbye,
Or if this void isn't to last forever.

The NIght's Macabre

‘Bye!’ she said, as she left his place,
She did her shoe lace, left and then right,
And set for home at a quick pace.
In the dead of the night,

The alleys were full of emptiness,
As she folded her arms to fight the cold,
She wished to feel the warm fuzziness,
Like that of his arms around her at his abode.

She reminisced the day, due to end soon,
As she paced through the streets,
Lit up by the light of the moon,
Pondering over life’s victories and defeats.

She looked over her shoulder,
Someone seemed to be stalking her,
She decided not to shudder,
Better to show confidence than fear.

She glanced to the alley to her right,
She caught the silhouette of a man,
Surely with her in his sight,
In the middle of the night, she ran.
She ran, her life depended on it,
But the man was never far behind,
Unable to find a street that was lit,
She prayed to every God she could find.

He was getting near,
Her breath was getting short,
Her screams fell on every deaf ear,
She was lonelier than she thought.

She stopped, unable to evade,
He inched towards the girl,
As she stood accepting her fate,
Waiting for the horror to unfurl.

His long arms reached,
As she tried to back away,
‘Help me!’, silently she beseeched,
Not having a word to say.

As he made contact, she felt fear,
Then her hesitation disappeared,
The warmth seemed familiar,
In the light of the moon, his face appeared.
A familiar face, the last one she saw,
They stood, together, in the middle of the night,
The chill in her arms began to thaw,
In the darkness, she saw the light.

She asked, ‘Why did you follow me?’
He whispered softly, ‘I love you’
And wanted to see,
How the moon pales in comparison to you.’

Where?

Why do you seem so distant?
To talk to us, you seem hesitant.
Was it something we did?
Or was it something we said?
Probably, it was something we didn’t do,
Maybe something we said that wasn’t true.
Maybe we weren’t there when you needed us,
Maybe we created too much of a fuss.
Was it the others or was it me?
Without you, it’s hard to call us “We”.
Where is that man with the hilarious jokes?
Who could entertain these ever depressed folks?
Where is that boy who rode like the wind?
Where is that boy who always grinned?
Where is that friend who lifted us when we fall?
I wonder where is the friend, his message or his call.
Where is that boy who loved to have fun?
Be it in the cold of the moon or the heat of the sun?
Where is that boy who loved to hang out?
That boy who won every arm wrestling bout?
There are so many maybes and where’s,
I don’t even know how he fares.
I hope to hear from my friend,
In person, phone or a message which he will send.

Memories

Funny things these memories are
They remind you of the good times
With a person who is now too far.
The times you spent,
And the places you went.
The rains you shared,
The food you prepared.
The silly fights,
Those outings in the nights,
Those bike rides,
When you had to take sides!
Frequenting a person’s house,
Introducing people to your future spouse.
Friends chuckling where they see your crush,
And that inevitable blush!
Serving time together in detention,
Not learning that cure isn’t as good as prevention.
Asking your friend to recharge when you need to talk,
Barely managing a climb to the top of a rock.
A helpful friend when you fall off the bike,
Flirting unconsciously with the person you like!
Riding a vehicle without a license,
Calling friends to your house for defense.
Making castles in the air and in sand,
A friend ready to lend a helping hand.
Living life like there was no tomorrow,
In a relationship filled with happiness and sorrow.
Those days were never a waste of the time and the tears,
I just wish I could relive those years!

Strive

The clouds hovered high,
And blackened the sky.
As the day turned dark,
Ruined was a day in the park.
The hovered ominously,
On a day I approached optimistically.
Life too seemed bright and joyful,
Then the light walked out and made it awful.
I gazed at the clouds as they seemed to descend,
As dispersible as those friends who pretend.
Then the rain began to lash with a fury,
The rain gods seemed to be in a hurry.
The rain pattered against my face,
Then I stopped to do my lace.
I noticed the empty roads,
And those misleading sign boards.
In the darkness, I looked for the light,
Some motivation to continue to fight.
But it was nowhere to be found,
I looked everywhere as I wandered around.
Suddenly, I saw a light in the distance,
A car! I hoped would see my presence.
But the rain was too harsh,
My hope turned to a farce.
I walked, sulking and wet,
I didn’t know if it was tears or sweat.
Life is like a walk in the rain,
None cares if you’re fine or in pain.
It’s your life, you decide what to do,
Quit or walk all the way through.
Become a victim of circumstance,
Or be bold and take a firm stance.
Quitters, will not be remembered for sure,
Conquerors will be remember forever more.
Decide which category you prefer,
Then you’ll know from the others, how you differ.
I had chosen,
I decided to go on,
To do my best in everything I do,
Because I’ve one life and it doesn’t last long.

The Depth of Desire

The dark of night shares space with me,
As I ponder over what you were meant to be.
Do I overshoot myself for thinking so?
Or should I be thinking of something more.
I remember the times we spent together,
Which I thought could only get better.
But look where we stand now,
We stand separated and how.
The distance between us brings a lot of pain.
From shedding tears I try and refrain.
I wish you could be in my head,
To understand better what you have read.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Life was never just.
Quick to lose what I wanted most,
Now my mind wanders like a soulless ghost.
I hope to soon find what I lost,
Amidst the hottest sun and the coldest frost.
Not only because what I lost was invaluable,
The separation is almost intolerable.
Your memories, the only things that keep me company,
Remind me of our times together, there’re not so many.
Maybe, it was indeed destiny,
If so, this poem needs scrutiny.
It speaks of something not meant to be,
I guess you were never supposed to be with me.
But my heart fails to give room for pessimism,
For a relationship that was filled with optimism.
I’m sure you know that I think of you,
This means you remember me too.
I wait in the cold of the night,
Showered by the white light,
From the brilliance of the moon,
Hoping you come back to me soon.

The Cold Night

The dark of the night lures me outside,
The chill in the air feels pleasant,
In the darkness of the night I confide,
The predicament of my present.

It listens to me under all circumstances,
And isn’t one to judge,
But reminds me that life gives second chances,
And not long enough to hold a grudge.

It comforts me and dries up my tears,
It carries the pain of my words away,
It helped me to drive away my juvenile fears,
And hears everything I have to say.

Yet, its behavior towards me does not change,
And has been then when I looked for it,
It doesn’t scoff at me when I say something strange,
So for hours on end, in the darkness I sit.

I look up into the sky with is dark,
As the breeze makes my hair sway,
I’m startled as the dogs bark,
Then I shoo them away.

I notice the dark ocean above me,
Decorated with many a shimmering star,
Like the friends who give me company,
When they’re close to me and even they’re far.

The clouds cuddle the moon like a mother,
To whom her child is the most beautiful,
A mistake or two doesn’t change her behavior,
Even if her child behaves like a fool.

The stars remind me of her eyes,
Which I see everywhere in the sea above,
I’ve always believed that people told lies,
When they say there exists no True Love.

I reach for all that I care,
But they always seem too distant,
Do I quit and claim life as unfair,
Or do I hang on and be persistent?

My hand retracts and shivers from the cold,
The breeze reminds me to talk,
Tells me that is someone in this world,
Who still wants to hear all I gawk.

I hear my heart beat,
And happier days flash in my mind,
The things we did to beat the heat,
And the ties of friendship that did bind.

The moon smiles in the dark night sky,
As I admire the light in the utter darkness,
Maybe it’s about time I try,
To look for a solution to this madness.

I hear the breeze speak to me in unspoken tongue,
As I listen to my inner voices,
Many people have been stung,
By the consequences of my choices.

No more! I try to tell myself,
As I look to the stars for acceptance,
I remember the book on my shelf,
Which helped guide me in times of turbulence.

But I hesitate, as it is too far away,
My resting parents will be awoken by the door,
A loud noise is made as the door opens with a sway,
As I lay my feet on the icy floor.

I retrieve the book and return to my terrace,
Hoping it will help me in my endeavor,
I open the book with an evil grimace,
The pitch darkness does not work in my favour.

I close the book and seek my soul,
For answers that everyone sought,
Then I feel warmth like from warm coal,
The sun rose earlier than I’d thought.

I laughed at my luck as I return to my senses,
Daylight must not shed light on my mind,
I dust my pants and jump over the fences,
As I think of another time to sit and unwind.

You Were There

You were there when I was an infant,
I imagine you throwing me in the air,
Knowing that from here, change was the only constant,
As you taught me what was right and what was fair.

You were there I was a five year old,
There’s an image of you riding a cycle,
To our little shop down the road,
As you taught me to count my first money bill.

You were there when I was 10,
When I first went out to play on my own,
I remember the day you bought me my first pen,
And praised me on the first seed I had sown.

You were there when I became a teen,
We asked you to stop riding that cycle for a change,
And I got irritated when you asked me to keep my room clean,
Suddenly, you seemed to be a person who was very stange.

You were there when I finally was taller than you,
And you got me my first cell,
And I asked you why you didn’t have one too,
He said I didn’t know him too well.

You were there when you bought our home’s first bike,
But you would never ride it, you still stuck to your cycle,
I would think at times, maybe he’s psych,
But I hoped someday still.

You were there when you bought me a bike,
And I was still wondering you wouldn’t ride!
Is it because you didn’t like,
Or maybe age wasn’t by your side.

I stand now, as your son,
As I thought over your choices,
And I understand why these sacrifices were done,
Only to see a smile on your children’s faces.

I thank you, for your tireless effort,
And apologize for not understanding earlier,
And wonder how you did never assert,
I know better as I’m your father.

A Dark Night

I was in deep slumber,
When I was suddenly awoken,
By a crash of thunder,
The gods had spoken.

I reached for the light switch,
Trying to get rid of the daze,
But the darkness was pitch,
As I tried to get through the maze.

I finally got there and turned on the light,
And realized that nothing was wrong,
There was nothing untoward in sight,
I hadn’t slept well for long.

I decided to go back to bed,
When a fleeting shadow caught my eye,
It was outside my window and he was in red,
I caught sight of him thanks to the stormy night sky.

I quickly turned off the lights,
Trying not to get his attention,
But he had already set his sights,
On my belongings, as his benefaction.

I was scared and hid under my blanket,
Not knowing what should be done,
I opened up my locket,
And said my prayers to The Almighty One.

He raised his knife and tore through my window,
I was shivering but was still,
I hid my head under the pillow,
Then his knee reached the window sill.

He looked terrifying and menacing,
As his body moved into my room,
I noticed his bloody face grimacing,
As I knew my end would come soon.

I decided to be brave and lunged at the trespasser,
Knowing that that was my only hope,
Hoping that somehow it would deter,
The knife, from his hand, I began to grope.

I managed to turn the tides,
And knew I was safe,
Until I realized these were uneven sides,
I wish I’d taken those lessons to strafe.

One wrenched my arm,
As the other stepped forward,
I saw the advancing form,
His knife now looked like a sword.

His arm lunged for my heart,
And as it made contact,
The knife went from inside to out,
My bags were now packed.

I lay there in a pool of red,
As I heard them laugh,
Knowing I was to be dead.
I ended up with a never ending cough.

One removed a piece of paper from his pocket,
And stood in shock,
He checked my locket,
And stood as stiff as a rock,

We got the wrong kid he exclaimed,
As he crashed to his knees,
I wasn’t the boy he had aimed,
He said, Forgive Us, please!

Cut! I suddenly heard as I woke up from my trance,
I immediately got to my seat,
I was congratulated for my performance,
Sure to be an Oscar-Winning Feat

Soul Searcher

Memories of beyond keep me company,
In a time where I am floundered,
The memories which keep me happy,
Also asks me where you’ve disappeared.
The thoughts structure to what seems like a lie,
But my heart forces itself not to believe,
My only question would be why?
These feelings ever did conceive.
It caused problems between my closest,
But still gave me some treasured seconds,
Do I hide the demons in my closet?
Or accept it, my mind reckons.
Still, thoughts of you keep me pondering,
As to how drastically I have changed,
And left everyone else too, wondering,
If you’ve left me deranged.
I wish I could comfort them with an answer,
But I cannot answer what I myself do not know,
It haunts me like a cancer,
Should I continue or must I forego?
I will choose in due time, when required,
And I hope I make the right choice,
Because even after all I’ve acquired,
I still long to hear your voice

A Mother

Our mother was the one, who got us into this world,
Ever since then, we've been watched as we've unfurled.
She was always by our side ready to assist,
With our nonsense she always did persist.

She's loved us through the good times and bad,
Always saving us from the anger of our dad.
She doesn't care if we are dark or fair,
A wound to us, she can never bear.

It is said that is God's incarnation on Earth,
She's always been a source of support and mirth.
It hard to imagine life without her in it,
In her absence, life crumbles bit by bit.

Sometimes, we hate her thinking and decision,
Without thinking of her motherly position.
We should never lose our temper with her,
That may cost us somewhere in the future.

"I Love You" though not said, is understood,
And heck, she's always prepared some yum food.
She may not say, "Hey, what's up dude?"
But she always looks out for our good.

It pricks us to see her shed tears for any reason,
For any cause, to her we must never commit a treason.
We must never be the cause for her pain and suffering,
She knows, when we're loving and when we're buttering.

It's funny, how she can see right through our thinking,
She knows when we're hurt and when we're winking.
She waits up all night, waiting for us to arrive,
Her share of happiness, we must never ever deprive.

She always looks after the stuff in the house,
Let's at least help her to kill a mouse.
The eye of a mother can never be cheated,
She must know of every girl we've dated.

But someday she'll have to depart and leave,
By then, her care and affection we must perceive.
Till then, let’s not disappoint,
Her life, with love let us anoint.

Unity

What’s with this world anyway?
What’s the point in keeping peace at bay?
Wars and bloodshed everywhere,
There’s no fare for sending a soul to heaven is there?
Terrorists wreaking havoc everywhere,
Leaving the earth’s surface bare.
Bombardments, massacres what’s the use?
For terrorism surely there has to be a fuse.
One country attacking another,
One human being killing his fellow brother.
Let’s stop this mass-killing,
Let’s stuff our hearts with a certain willing,
The willing to end all enmity,
And make the world a living entity.
Let’s appreciate each other,
Without saying “Oh! Bother”.
Let’s stand on out feet and try to make an impact,
While trying to keep the earth and its inhabitants intact.
Let’s start by not fighting amongst each other,
Neither should we act like we don’t bother.
Thinking can happen on a seat,
But doing can only happen on our feet.
So let’s start doing and not only thinking,
Starting by saving our worst enemy who’s sinking.
Let’s have a new world,
Let’s be bold and not cold,
Let’s dominate the world, not by wars,
But through a different cause,
For now let us pause.
Let’s think, what are the reasons for the wars?
Let’s lift our racial and cultural bars,
Let’s be united in our cause,
Let’s cooperate through a clause.
A clause, where all people, dark and fair, young and old,
Decide to be united to extents untold!
Let’s fight not for violence but for peace,
So that all can come back home in one piece.
So let’s start today and not wait for tomorrow!
Let’s be the cause for the end of all sorrow!
Our neighbors’ pain let us borrow,
Let’s make a pit and make it burrow!
Let’s put an end to all our problems!
Not through idiotic poems.
But through trust and cooperation,
Let’s be one nation,
After all, you and I are God’s creation…
So let’s promise we’ll work for a better tomorrow,
And take away the pain of not one or two but millions to follow

All to Nothing to Something

There she stood in all her glory,
To not have her beauty one has to be sorry.
She had the world’s beauty imbibed in her,
And ‘twas so good it would never wither.

She had the looks everyone wanted,
But sadly their wishes were never granted.
She had the always desired “Dainty Feet”
To marry her men stood in many a fleet.

But no one could satisfy her rich merchant of a dad,
He could never find “The Perfect Lad”.
He wanted the most appropriate heir to his wealth,
But before doing so he slept forever thanks to his health.

She was a fine lass, never proud of her beauty,
But her father’s heir would get a lot of booty.
That caught the eye of a certain ambitious man,
To get the booty he hatched a plan.

He planned to get a spot in her love spot,
Then he went off on a trot.
He wanted to became the girl’s Prince Charming,
But his looks themselves were alarming.

But his heart was beautiful, or so she thought,
Totally oblivious of the fellow’s plot.
She fell for his trick, and regretted doing the same,
The man was basking in his notorious fame.

He enjoyed the money until it was all over,
The girl regretted everyday for making him her lover.
They were starving and without shelter,
The girl knew she could’ve lived so much better.




But ‘twas way too late for that,
On the pavement they lay flat.
The man was not skilled for any trade,
Their life force began to fade.

She made a decision to live,
Even if her husband wouldn’t give.
She decided to work for a cent a day,
She worked hard, though very low was her pay.

It was her only means of silver,
Else they would have to shiver.
They could only afford a plastic tent,
Better still, they never had to pay rent.

They slowly started living a dignified life,
The man was forever indebted to his wife.
He regretted ever cheating her and bringing her to the street,
He got enough money to shine the garment of men’s feet.

They lived a normal life now, thanks to the girl,
Their lives had faced and come through many a whirl.
They were happy with each others company,
The man had to live under tyranny.

They continue to live in the same tent,
Their children, to school they sent.
One became a clerk in an office and another a nurse,
With enough to feed their children in their purse.

Save The Earth

Warning! Planet under trouble,
Act before it is under rubble.
We have to save out Earth,
As it is the land of our birth.

Try to reduce pollution,
The same goes to consumption.
We can bring about some change,
Even if it is not in our range.

The water is in shortage,
Not enough for the future age.
Smoke blotting the blue ocean above,
Smoke is not something we should love.

Pollution is inevitable,
However, it is reducible.
The present generation never fazed,
By looking at the sky which is glazed.

It is our home planet,
Everest being Earth’s highest summit,
Mars does not belong to us,
Neither does Venus.

Few people afraid of what might happen,
To our mother who has bore all our weight.
They do not want to see the Earth barren,
Can anyone save us from such a horrible fate?

Someone can that is you and me,
That’s how it is supposed to be.
We can make things right.
The hurdles being one or two a fight.

It doesn’t matter anyway,
One or two lives can be lost,
In showing the right way.
As the Earth has no cost.

So save our loving mother,
Who has been so kind to us,
We should love each other,
Without any fuss of course.

Martian's Diary

Once upon a time I was on the Moon,
Looking upon the aliens, the Earthlings.
I was from the distant planet Goon Lagoon,
A planet scared of Nuclear Bombings.

I got into my saucer like instrument of aviation,
When I finally reached the Watery thing,
Everyone started screaming “Martian”!!!
I was too shocked to say any thing.

They towed away me and my instrument of aviation
Into a weirdly named place called “America”,
Again the first word they screamed was “Martian”!!!!
But I wanted to visit a place called “Dhaka”

They had seen my aviation instrument before,
A saucer like thing with lights all around,
After being gazed at… the “Martian” took a detour!!!
The Martian investigations grew by many a leap and bound.

They had no intention of giving me freedom,
So sweet, they wanted to visit my house!!!
They wanted to know where I was from,
Sadly it was only the size of a tent house.

Soon they wanted to see my body composition!!!!
Not something I wanted to see!!!
They wanted to put my body under the knife of dissection!!!!
From this watery world I now wanted to flee!!!!!!

I escaped from their “laba-ro-tory” whatever!!!
They captured me and put me in a cage with iron bars,
On the left side there was a lake of water!!
But I didn’t escape as I was fascinated by their “Cars”.

My escape was delayed but I was determined as always,
I was thinking of various plots and plans,
Then I remembered I had the power of Airways!!
I sought the help of my fellow Martian clans.


They attacked the earth with total aggression,
My escape was now imminent,
I was very proud of their passion,
On the Earth they had created a massive dent.

I had painstakingly and successfully escaped,
But I will miss a great and intelligent person,
At his intelligence and diligence I have gaped,
The person was none other than the great “Ashwin”.

Pollution

This world is infected by pollution,
And the cause is the high population.
Pollution is mainly in the form of smoke,
Due to this many people choke.

How to stop this dastardly pollution?
There is many a solution.
Stop using plastic first and foremost,
Because plastic pollutes the land and the coast.

Walk or cycle to nearby locations,
Because this prevents harmful emissions.
Do not turn garbage to ash,
Throw it in the trash.

Recycle everything you can,
Because this no one can ban.
Remember, reduce, reuse and recycle,
Do not be a part of the pollution cycle.

Share your home with plants and trees,
With them around you can have no worries.
Do not be a reason for deforestation,
Because it is a big treason.

So don’t pollute this Earth,
Because it is the land of our birth.
Treat it like your mother,
Doing this we will have no bother.