Author: Srinidhi Chitti

From swimming in the corals to swimming in the trash
The plastics are coming in the way of my splash.
When I go into the city from my hills homestay,
The air is too weird, I can see the sprints of gray.
There was a time during covid when birds I hadn’t seen came out.
Now some hide under the seasides in our apartments.
Finally I felt some tranquility knowing the wounds of mother earth were healing,
Yet we returned to where we were.
That made my inside hurl.