Her,
Store
In abundance
Overflows.
The doors
Of which
His eyes
Ignore.
The latch, the lock
And the bolt
Fastened
Fastened where the looted abundance
Rots in the store.
For, it rots
As environs
Foreign
Cannot restore.
She,
He knows
Has powers
To replenish Her store
Still
His desire
To honour Her no more.
Knows cannot restore
Adores his rotten store.
so true! the greediness of our human nature in various fields well explained! Nice to read!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature has such a bounteous store 'to satisfy man's need, but not enough to satisfy his greed'! An Enjoyable read! I invite you to read one of my poems with the same title, if you don't mind!