Touch of a repentant Midas,
Like dearest daughter was,
Turned to stone gold lifeless,
Shocked him to tearful crisis,
Destruct bent wisest humans,
Destroyed for homes n offices,
Wooden decors n furnitures,
Walls from floors to ceilings,
Most of hundred plus storeys,
Tons of timber from forests,
To industries n power thermals,
To steel plants giant furnaces,
To building rail coaches yards,
To building cruisers shipyards,
Endless miles of rich forests,
Consumed to nought or ashes,
By day n night iron hot smelters,
Spewing tons of soots n ashes,
Recover never air index crashes,
Hopes of pure air life vanishes,
Dead forests spell toxic airs,
Touch of a repentant Midas,
Like dearest daughter was,
Turned to stone gold lifeless!