Nature's Bounty

Her,
Store
In abundance
Overflows.
The doors
Of which
His eyes
Ignore.

The latch, the lock
And the bolt
Fastened
Fastened where the looted abundance
Rots in the store.
For, it rots
As environs
Foreign
Cannot restore.

She,
He knows
Has powers
To replenish Her store
Still
His desire
To honour Her no more.
Knows cannot restore
Adores his rotten store.

poem by Sanjay MehtaReport problemRelated quotes
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