Days spent

Explaining things
My days spent
And I failed to explain
Your living style in
What you were wanted
How you were dealing trade.

With this water
With this air
And light and earth
Not with owner
All day long
The fruits I eat
The water I drink
The air I take breath
Though I am not here
To enrich what were not mine.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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