My clean sky and wind, please?

The kid has got a query constant.
Where is my blue sky and invigorating wind, teacher?
Of course, nobody has got the right answer
to this question, posed by Tara or a famous teen Greta Thunberg
some place, elsewhere.

This week of grey November, like every post-Diwali season, bit before
winter starts, the NCR (National Capital Region) was buried
in a white fog, called a death-shroud by the hapless citizens there.

The sky vanishes. The buildings disappear. The wind drops.
It is poison in the air—affecting millions in that urbanized
swathe of land, every year. The smog frequents the choked streets
as a silent killer!

But nobody cares, the governing and other elites, for the public health.
Folks become resigned to their worsening condition—scratchiness in throats, stinging eyes and breathlessness.
But the questions by the children persist to every adult
and may turn into social rage of epic dimensions.

Beware of the angry young!

Presently, a scary shadow of the past looms over the young future
and unless masses join the interrogation of the rulers and the capital,
Mother Earth will continue to suffer
for no fault of hers.

Sunil Sharma is Toronto-based senior academic, critic, literary editor and author with 23 published books: Seven collections of poetry; four of short fiction; one novel; a critical study of the novel, and, nine joint anthologies on prose, poetry and criticism, and, one joint poetry collection. He is a recipient of the UK-based Destiny Poets’ inaugural Poet of the Year award---2012. His poems were published in the prestigious UN project: Happiness: The Delight-Tree: An Anthology of Contemporary International Poetry, in the year 2015. Sunil edits the English section of the monthly bilingual journal Setu published from Pittsburgh, USA. For more details, please visit here Read other articles by Sunil, or visit Sunil's website.