Bear The Waste

A lot of flowers die without fruiting.
A lot fruits die without seeding.
A lot of seeds die without germinating.
Most of the seedlings become casualitis.

Every year, a tree thus incurs losses
In an attempt to leave a copy of it,
With preparedness to the waste of efforts.
Must we regret the waste we accumulate?

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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