On the eve of Diwali
I had wished to die.
I didn't rather
A beautiful smog
Covered Delhi.
I had already cancelled my plan
To travel.
If it was to see Delhi
In it's beauty?
I wondered.
Few days passed.
I realised may be God heard
My plight.
I was blessed with death
That very night.
For the look at this air
Like those beautiful sea rocks
In Sindbad the sailor.
They take you to a dream land.
They are such beauties.
But tranced out you realise
It's choking you
Burning your eyes.
Ether is filled with smoke my friend.
We are all dieing.
All thanks to smog.
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