It must be the times
the change of weather
the heat of the moment
that sought solitude.
The oceans throw up
truckloads of S*** on the Versova beach
the air spits into your very eyes
chokes your throat, scowls right back at you
the rivers fling dead fish
the brackish waters fill the lakes
cancerous earth laces fruits with poison
the preaching of a god-no-more
the hope of a tomorrow-never-ever.
It must be that or the change of the weather!
Adhyapika 
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It not the weather, unless it really is wet an dreary where you are, making it hard to see beyond the news reports. I looked up the Versova beach story, and now my inner weather is bad too. But it helps to know that there are lots of persons who care about the earth.
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Yep, the menace of plastic is killing the planet and we are not doing enough.
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