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Mar 2020
Till yesterday, those who fly in the wind are not seen even today in Fijas.

Those who have polluted the city are seen in closed windows today.

You kept polluting the roads and we kept going silently.
You sat in the air conditioner and we were experiencing the heat.

You continued to exploit nature and she continued to suffer.

You did hobbies and we got punishment.
Written by
Munendra Parashar
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