If I Ill Treat
If I ill treat with the Mother Nature
Go against the Creator’s will
Tyrannize and exploit the weaker
Means I am misusing God gifted power
Burrowing a big hole to go to the hell into myself
It’s sure that God will give me no good sense next
I will be born as one of the great mad in this wonderful world
then the Nature will be the silent evidence
of my sufferings
Believe or not, makes no difference
Copyright © Bl Devnath | Year Posted 2014
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