What Am I To Do?

I work hard  day and night

Toiling all through the years

never a time for leisure all these years

I have made millions  without fear

no not but billions something near.

 

Bequeathing it to my sons  with love  ardent

distributing to my grandchildren with a desire fervent.

reserving hefty revenue and great wealth

extensively to my progeny  in stealth

not minding my failing health.

 

They would be a fortune for my sons greatly

would  a treasure for my progeny substantially

I earn with a an earnestness and drive

destroying the streams and rivers in a dive

killing everything that are alive.

 

Dividing the fertile lands  into plots

selling them for higher price in a slot

felling the trees irrationally

uprooting the hills   callously

all for money incidentally.

 

Involving myself in sand mining

getting a handsome return in the inning

profits come from all directions

with sand, stones leading to a resurrection

land and water lending a correction.

 

Today my children buy potable water

with a land getting hotter and hotter

they  travel far just  to inhale fresh air

while their inhabitation has become bare

granting a negligible care.

 

As of now  medical expenses drive them mad

they stare at me with anger and are sad

holding  a grudge  against me straight

and accuse me openly for a cause right

alleging that I have spoilt their life  forthright.

( Pained by seeing the unmindful destruction of nature fro wealth, I wrote this poem.

It is a representative personification  where the imagination gets ahead  exploiting the anguish

and bitterness experienced)