Precious is the world we are in,
But still making it a bin...

Precious is the life  we are experiencing now,
But still spoiling as if taken a vow...

Precious are the parents  we have as our shadow,
But still  have no respect to show...

Precious is the air  we breathe in,
But still pollute and commit a sin...

Precious is the seed we sow for future,
But still cut the trees  for furnishing structure...

Precious is the food we eat to survive,
But still wasting ,as if its a futile...

Precious is the time we are going through,
But still dissipate as a useless dough...

~Y..

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