“A World of Pollution” by Priya Chatterjee

by Supriya Chatterjee ’23

I had a dream
In the middle of a land,
not a speck of green to be seen.
I had a dream
and inhaled a breath, but it caught in my throat.
I felt something drip onto my face,
and looked up only to see
the choked sky crying black tears.
I had a dream.
Not a star to be seen,
the air was thick and grey,
but not with fog nor clouds,
Something else,
More sinister.
I had a dream.
I was looking in a stream,
only to find a black reflection.
As I looked on, a ripple disrupted my view,
and I looked up only to see,
The sky crying black tears.