#writco_poem
Life is stucked along with the increased radius of the death procession,
We are hesitating to take a deep breath for it's poisonous emission.
We lose our busy schedules, we miss our hectic daily dealings,
Although we atlast get a chance to resume our paused feelings.
Yeh, we did a lot of torture on our parent-nature,
Possibly, she teaches us a little way to get a perfect posture,
It's hard time to break through,
But it's the only time to make through,
It's the eleventh hour to be together,
It's the last chance to be safe on this planet however.