My Right to Breathe
Air air everywhere but none to breathe
Every day, I wake up distraught,
Instead of the bright sky, I only see smog.
Masks back on, and health going to the trash,
Now even stepping out seems rash.
Is this deja vu? No, it’s not; it’s my entire life.
At this point, I’m surprised I’m alive.
Maybe in another universe, I can play outside without harm,
Maybe, just maybe, one winter can be calm.
I pity the poor sun up there, having lost its light,
I wonder how it feels without all its might.
Now trees look dead,
And the thought of a colorless sky fills me with dread.
I thought and believed history wouldn’t repeat.
Alas, I shouldn’t have expected anything neat.
Instead of words coming out, my throat’s too occupied with cough,
It’s a shame what happens to Delhi, which once was tough.
Now breathing seems to be too hard.
I hope the bright, sunny days aren’t far.
I feel sick every day without fail,
Please help me before my life becomes a sorry tale.
