O the sweet-sour Son!
What will we call your dear Father, Leo Hendrik Baekeland,
To whom you must ever be obliged, and adorn with the most grateful garland -
A beautiful Boon of the Earth, or a baneful Begetter of a deadliest slow Poison?
You have been a cursed blessing for man since your birth in Nineteen Zero Seven,
For the King as well as for the Beggar, with your generosity of a pseudo heaven;
That can never be defied or denied by any of your most loyal beneficiaries,
Only except by those, who, stung by your unseen venom, suffer from unavoidable miseries!
Oh! Your stifling and poisonous presence, after being used, under the soil and in the water bodies,
Has shortened the life of Ecology, killing the Joys of all sorts of animals, with their babies!
Alas! Your unsound and unwelcome presence has rung an Alarm of sure ruinations,
For, you are being gulped, as the baited fishing hooks, by the wisest fools of the Civilizations!
Thus, it's high time a harmless and eco-friendly substitute of yours was found before it is too late,
Or, neither God nor You, O dear Plastic, can be blamed, for the extinction of lives, once opens the Fallution Gate!
N.B. Fatal + Pollution = Fallution
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Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 26.09.19
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