On the banks of Vaitarni, we stand
Our fate was done, we thought
Our fate is due, we now hear
Across the silent flow of the gory Yamuna
There’s a rough storm brewing
Do we not brace for a mighty cost?
A price we must pay, a debt we must clear
Before our ecology evaporates in the smoke
Arising from the chimneys of growth!
Categories: Poetry
Literary Yard 
Beautifully written Onkar.
Thanks. I read this poem at a poetry reading session on climate change in Delhi University today
It does make me think about the immense impact.