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
( 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)