What To Do? Poem by Nabakishore Dash

Winter no more,
Returns summer.
Skull breaking heat,
Difficult to beat.
No shade, no cloud,
People unwilling to go out.
Reckless cutting of trees,
Replaced by concrete high rise.
Every building, many conditioners,
Surrounding gets warmer and warmer.
Deep tube wells everywhere,
Dearth of underground water.
Motor vehicles, traffic jam,
Green house gases, a real problem.
Frequent power-shedding adds to woes,
How to manage, no body knows.
Out of our own actions,
Present miseries are born.
Let us think what to do,
Plant trees for lives to move.