This is not what we handed over to you, the skies were blue, and so was the water,
The winter has gone chillier now, and the summers have turned hotter.
You are passing to these kids, the air so foul, the earth barren without trees,
A world where there is plenty of ego, no warmth of love in the breeze.
Simi
Through the lens of Ruchir Kalra
Simi says... 