Be Precious Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

Be precious my man by doing good to all
My name is nothing and his name is too
My palace and his hut will go in to deep
His wife and my son will become old
They will die and be buried on a day
In between what for all these
We are the end of the globe
The skies and seas are immortal as our poverty and death
My face and his hair will be shrunk
As air less balloon at our end
Mountains will be a pit and pits will raise as peak
Waste will go to the peak and a
Precious will be in a bin
Though they were at peak and bin
Waste is waste and precious is precious
Be precious my man by doing good to all