The river that flows down the hill,
Is never able to be a moment still,
The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,
Lie as steady as the dead,
The hill tries ruling at its behest,
The sun tries to rise at his earliest,
But, does get scared to set at the latest,
Since, it's incredibly worried about the rest,
Delegates it all to the stars,
To achieve one's mission for mars,
By making the achievements prolific,
And making it indeed historic,
That's all about their bewitching attributes,
Which can be granted in forms of tribute,
As a token of gratitude for our nature,
Which indeed can mould our future,
Kindness would certainly be an ask,
Its definitely not a dictated task,
Since we are not doing a favour ,
Instead it's just an endeavour,
Henceforth, we are the gift of nature,
So let's reciprocate, by preserving their future!


© Shirsendu Mukherjee!
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