Pay The Bill Will Poem by gnrao rao

Bill, please pay your bill.
For you had a fill.

I know the fish
takes he oxygen
through the gill.

You may fall ill,
If you go up the hill.

You never must kill
any living being
Be that a man
or a beast
Unless in self-defense.

The grains are taken
to the mill
to make the flour.


When you are ill,
You must take
regularly
the pill
at the right intervals.

The dove near my window
could not balance itself
on my window sill.

Will you wait for me,
till I come?

Why are you standing still?
You told me to wait,
Till you will come?

When will you have will
to come?
When will you write the
will, grand pa?
We are all waiting.
Waiting for what?

I have the will
to live
I will not write
the will,
until you all
unite and till
the field.