The Creatively Frustrated

Traffic Noise Carbon dioxide Swirling black clouds Hovering over building tops Pour acid drops Drops-Of a different kind Then rush down our spine With a curse Escaping parched lips They fall into the puddle Of unresolved conflicts Rebellious KESC Blames WAPDA for it's inabilities While darting eyes Search for an oasis Between environmental And self imposed heat A sight for sore eyes Pakistan studies:"With moderate temperature, Karachi is a coastal city"

Global warming seemed like an issue Before she came And absorbed those ultra violet rays With pampers, new and improved Now available at cheaper rates Israels expansionist plans Were worth a discussion but now a days, It's mother care's sale That steals her attention Litters of urine Passed out by her baby Measure more Than the magnitude of water problems Our world is facing "to be or not to be" Is no Shakespearean dilemma my friend It's now a decision Of being or not being Exclusively breast fed Colors of stool Intrigue her more Than change of seasons Or shades of red She is a mother, alright With responsibilities towards her child But is motherhood A mere reduction of her existence To puke, poop and piss?