How I long
For the morning freshness,
Which makes my mind work
With all the brightness.
But for all the pollution in the air
My cravings are lost in thin air.
This is not fair,
This is not fair.
How I long to take a dip in
Clear waters running,
Which is so very energizing.
But for all the pollution
In the water,
My cravings are all in the crusher
This is not fair,
This is not fair.
How I long sometimes for
A peaceful bliss,
Which helps me emerge
From my abyss.
But for the blaring sound,
My cravings are
Nowhere to be found.
This is not fair,
This is not fair.
Let us embark on a cleanliness drive
Which is reflective of a beehive.
Making our country
Neat and tidy,
Displaying our country's
Abundant beauty.
That would be fair,
That would be fair.
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