Nothing Is Ours Poem by manaswini dash

The tree never gets worried,
Who are his fruit-eaters.
The river never looks back to know,
Who are using her water.
The bee is making honey from flowers,
By collecting the nector.
But the people are using it,
Without leaving a spoonful for her.
Without making any grumble,
The flower is spreading her fragrance.
The air is always blowing through,
Making everybody laugh and dance.
Soil never hesitates to spread her chest,
To be used as a platform,
Then why we people are quarreling always,
Over petty things and norm?
We are only the users,
And nothing is ours.
This simple thing is to be remembered,
Always by all of us.