Shall I exist to cherish milk of love
A man averse, to a sound family
Engineers little purpose for continuity
Surrenders survival sense, in a fear
Afraid, children in a family are little cheer.
Two married humans, if in a confusion
How to live, a due family, to fashion
Keeping up, not to produce children:
Go unable to make a sound family, then.
Cows, if not to produce sustainable population
Pigs will flood the earth with number explosion
The flow of milk of love in the world will cease
The world will not be a place of peace and ease.
© Arvind Shah.
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