Making of the Air That We Breath - Parupudi Satyavenkatavinodkumar

As I walk and walk and walk
Sometimes my nostrils soothe
Sometimes they fill with pungent
Alien smell instead of fresh air
Impurities of blind growth
Impurities of inhuman intentions
Choke my nostrils on my way
And yes, I consider myself a part
Sometimes I breath pains in the air
Pains of sufferings of downtrodden
Pains of sufferings of helplessness
Pains of fellow subdued hearts
Sometimes I I breath cries of times
Of ancient ignominy hanging untended
And I ponder was the air like this
From the beginning of life on earth
Some subtraction of population
Through reverse evolution conveys
Me to the times of wilderness and nature
Their abundance and their blessings
And then the evolution of mankind
Or today I contemplate was/is it mankind?
It grew but at a cost of contaminating
The nature and its blessings of divinity
With the artificiality of our wants and comforts
For even today I don’t find a replacement
For the freshness at seashore
The rhythm of the pristine river flowing
The rain in forests and nature’s lap
The petrichor of the ancient earth
For a second now my nostrils are filled
With imaginary freshness of the times gone by
When humanity was the closest ally
Of this pristine and divine nature
I come back to the nows with a sigh
As I walk and walk and walk