No Pure Air Here

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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No pure air Friday, November 15,2019 10: 42 AM I wish to go away to far natural places and stay with peace and harmony to speak with birds and many objects I am tired of daily routine that has got nothing to offer me fine I am not feeling good with the behavior that my fellow brethren have earned i find it strange to witness the changes that doesn't augur well with human beings who have failed to bring the happiness everywhere there is distrust kidnapping, murders and lust I feel like running away and never return to stay peaceful and calm water flows in the river with no more pollution and fear mountains echo same thing as we speak you feel fresh and develop no sigh of weakness My city has no pure air to feel secure from the damage caused by industry and some by my own people in the country Hasmukh Mehta

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