a poem by Ismail M

I am a farmer, living in a village
You metropolitan, lives in city
Our garbage is different
I throw agri waste, it decays and compost for other plants
Gets fresh nature, fresh air, it gives ecology beauty

You metropolitan throw e-waste, it is hardening the nature
By the components that grew like mountain but artificial
Loss everything, even the breath of earth goes deadly hot
But we are friends because I am a farmer, I am humble
Are you hurt? I am sorry.