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.
We are only the users, And nothing is ours. A great ode to the world of virtuous creatures who love to give, and never look back. Thanks for the nicely crafted poem. 10+++ for it. Regards. Subhas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trees, rivers, fruits and flowers...... very fine philosophical and moral thinking.. nothing is ours. we are also here for others..... very nice selfless thinking. you are spiritual here in this poem dear Manaswini.. tony
My sincere thanks to you Tony. Your words always encouraged me.