BE, AT LEAST, A HUMAN BEING!

BE, AT LEAST, A  HUMAN BEING!

All the milk that you churn,
Yields not the same cream;
The world is not so,
What it does seem.

All the flowers that bloom,
Yield not the same honey;
Deeds maketh immortal,
A few hours, but, money.

All the coconuts you squeeze,
Yield not the same oil;
Sorrows swarm sins,
Yea’ instills peace toil.

All the water that drops,
Succeeds not to be drinkable;
Be not then an obscene page,
If you can’t be a treatise readable.

All the smiles that dance,
Retain not a sweet sense;
If you are jejune to exude glory,
Don’t accumulate then offense.

All the rivers that flow,
Enjoy not the Ganga’s honour;
Fall not into a crevasse,
If you are really unable to soar.

All those who guide,
Can’t be an epithet;
If you can’t mould not one’s career,
Then, think not to mar one’s fate.

All that emits smoke,
Can’t be hygienic odour;
If you can’t be an impartial Yudhisthir,
Be not then an ugly, cunning fixer.

All those who pray,
Crave not for liberation;
Oh! God is not confined,
In a contentious installation.

All those who tread,
Can’t lead the rest;
If you can’t be a healing balm,
Be not then a pestering pest.

All the trees, like the Banyan,
Don’t retain, to support, hangers;
If you are impecunious to applaud,
Then, condemn not your benefactors.

All the woods that you rub,
Ooze not the sandal scent;
Kick not at one’s hungry stomach,
If, you are unable to, a pittance, donate.

All that you do days and nights pile,
Will you carry alone;
If you can’t be a holy, useful sage,
Be not then a filthy felon.

All those who make cities,
Can’t make civilized citizens;
If you can’t heal one’s wounds,
Then, inflict upon none pains.

All can’t be Patel, Subhash or Modi
Those who are, every moment, born;
If you are daft to be a delicate flower,
Be not then a piercing, painful thorn.

All the plants you do foster,
Can’t be succulent like sugarcane;
If you can’t utter soothing words,
Don’t shower then acid rains.

All the seeds that you sow,
Be not the wish granting Kalpavrikshas can;
If you can’t be Lord Ram’s devotee, Hanuman,
Be then, at least, a decent being called human.

Shankar D Mishra   05.03.2018
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