I see it being coughed out by a blaze

Creeping through the air silently

Then comes forth the haze

Strangling the lion city mercilessly

Now there's nothing to see, but a maze

The noxious cloud, it flows and seeps

Into every street and home

A nightmare, where none can wake from their sleep

Old and young alike, all just cough and groan

But the worst has passed, it seems it may

As the people cheer and celebrate

The wind blows the dust away

But we all know in our hearts, no progress have we made

Like a painful memory, the haze will return another day.