Between the breaths of dusk and dawn,
I cradle my existence forever behold,
Each heartbeat echoes with the brawn,
I do exist in each of the fold,
Extant I am in the living and dead,
In all cosmic waves and inanimates.

So, before you harm, pause and see,
In every act, you harm but thee.
For in this web, all threads entwine,
To cut one strand is to unwind, The tapestry where self and others bind.
© Shree Mukherjee