a poem by Jayati

Take the fresh, throw it in trash
Careless gesture. Indifference.
The fresh turn into the same;
Environment crash.
Unpardonable inaction, this, “No concern”
Of the wise-
Drowning interest, sinking into deliberate
It’s no, unconscious let down.
Do the leaders understand; Take interest
To sustain? Too busy in mere
Stock exchange-
Neglecting the real, state of affairs.
Breathe fresh, live fresh in cleanliness
Body, mind, soul and address-
Old age secure.
Choice ours.