If They Pollute

If they pollute the blue sky and immense heart of the space If they pollute the serene breeze of morning and infect the soothing flow of wind If they contaminate the crystalline rain and the cheerful sea If they change ocean into sea, sea into river and river into lake If they devastate messily the green forest For their aristocratic life if the fauna and flora die indiscriminately If they kill and eat the animal of nature haphazardly If they do not allow the birds to fly on the cloudless sky liberally If they accumulate the constructive fire as nuclear weapon If they abduct my right of speech and right of protest Then- I will lose my six seasons I will lose my love, rights of freedom I will lose my love of humanity and conscience I will lose my strength of pen and alphabets I will lose poems, where my undying soul lives instinctively If my eternal soul cannot live in poem then I will die easily -August 10,2018 Chattogram