People cough as they walk by the street <br />Because of the smoke that fills this heat <br />These decayed curls of air <br />Fill the air we breathe <br />Now when zephyrs breathe through our hair <br />People cough <br />But no one sees <br /> <br />There will be a time one day <br />When acid will drip down and sizzle through our roofs <br />Only then will we wake up <br />To see that we have already died<br /><br />Mehreen Mujeeb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/decayed-curls-of-air/
