Naturally!

You are my inspiration for what to do,
You also display me what not to do,
When you walk through the forest,
Collect the dead leaves to heap and rot,
When millions of workers stay underneath,
They Nurture the young with the tastiest,
Nutrient made of essential compounds and elements,
You are my inspiration to change the bad to good.

You are my inspiration what not to do,
When you rush through the civilization,
Sweep their habitation with no mercy and love,
Uproot their hopes with your violent yell,
Drench them in fear and tear until they are unwell,
Torch their heart with a glowing splint of nocturnal,
Dreams and desires, you are the reason and the cardinal,
For the factory of troubles, I learn what not to do.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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