With a smell too irritating,
The spray killed the insects,
But its aftereffects!
Breathing problems,
That annoyed me,
More than the insects,
The insects were killed,
And I survived,
But my precious life,
Was reduced by,
Many days!
What could I do?
Was it written in my fate?
Is it a cycle by Him?
A check,
On growing population!
The law of nature,
Survival of the fittest,
Is it still enforced?
If it is so?
Let the insects prepare,
To be destroyed anytime,
By spray of weapons,
The nuclear weapons!
And let the beasts survive,
To face breathing problems,
On a barren earth,
With no milk in her breasts!
(This is my 200th poem submitted on poemhunter.com and it is written on a possible destruction of human race by nuclear weapons)