Morning moan! A reminder of impending Death!

I Cried silently as i saw others 

With a tear roll on their cheeks

Their moans are mine

And halved their sufferings too.

We live inter-related yet say self reliant

Should we own our Mother Nature?

Of air to water and tress to land

Of land to light, we are self reliant.

In reality nothing is owned

Than borrowed from our Nature.

Life itself an elusive form of borrowing

No assurance can I give to live than living uncertain of impending death.

We demarcate lands

Set boundaries

And claim as ours.

We build houses

Raise families as if to live long

Emphasizing again

But we live uncertain of impending death.

“Nothing Gold can stay”-Robert Frost