Smog in, Smog out
Poison outside
Poison in my nose
Trickling menacingly
Into my exhausted lungs
But no one listens
Fire in my eyes
Fire in my throat
Smoke in the air
So thick it’s hard to see
What is situated in front of me
But no one listens
And that’s it
No one listens
All they do is
Point their blackened fingers
To the other person
And go back to their
Fancy sleep
This poem is inspired by the haze of smog that is plaguing the lives of Delhiites.
Devanshi Gupta