Care also is trade
A sowed seed gets water
And smiles
And expands
Sprouts
Drops sheath
Head gets out; peeks, sneaks
Joyfully looks and sings
"I'm alive...I'm free"
Then grows large
Growth larger
Turns mother
Her babies become seeds
Life glows in our eyes
Lovely is the nature
But one fifth is decrease
What a shame that deceased
(Kindness, care)
"There's no care...there's no help"
(For needy)
Out of aim just one fifth
No one pays
Though insists CBC:
"Tomorrow is last day! "
Target was two and half
(Millions)
Not even one fifth's there
What a shame!
I listen and observe
Then I sigh with question:
"Where is care? "
Then I shout:
"Remember, Care also is trade; give then take."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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