(Read the whole poem..if possible!🤐)
What shall we do?
It kills us brutally too,
We are indeed a big species,
But murders have become regular cliches,
But our jinxed fortune questions us- are we becoming extinct,
The threads seemed to be vibrant to us all,
Till it kept us making our last wish so fatal,
Then we decide to hide high in the sky,
Till those electric poles make us a fry,
But they race to reach there too
What shall we do?
Shall we get our people killed,
I think they have hefty filth,
One fine day...