What earth do you imagine when you say “I’ll do this after I turn 50!” Or “We’ll travel the world after we have enough money”? Because that future Will be lying Under the burned ashes Of extinct species You never even knew Existed. That future you imagine, Will sell you breathable air At the cost of your travel plans; It will tell you to see those mountains Through your TV screen Because they would’ve disappeared That garden where you used to play at, Will no longer be green. That burning sun And your skin burns, Will be synonyms. And the part of the earth Where you want to live, Will be buried Under tons of sand and debris. It’s like we have accepted the end. It’s like we just want money to spend. It’s like we’ll die if we don’t have anything flashy to share on streaks. So do your bit and encourage others to do theirs. Make a tiny change, It may be the missing piece in this domino we call reality.

Akansha Jain is a 3rd year student in Vivekananda College, University of Delhi. She is pursuing her BA Honours in History.