AIR IS LIFE
You feel air I feel the wind,
This is something which can never be seen,
It is cold, it is warm, depends on your heat,
It is life, it is death, it depends how you treat.
It makes you lonely, it makes you cheery,
It makes you ponder when blows at pleasing pace,
It is the same which gives no time to ponder when occur as catastrophic event.
This is something we need not to pay tax at,
We are fouling it with all strength we ever got,
If one day it vanishes from all of our lives,
We need to perceive the reality,
No recourse will be left for us except an ugly, noxious death.