My poem about #Gratitude and that the act of #Giving away something does not take away but only #adds
My blanket started somewhere on the back of a sheep
My pencil in the Wood
What riches would they claim from me
If only they knew how , or could ! ?
My meals started with a seed on a farm
My water in a lake
The nourishment that I gain from them
They can never ask or of partake
Do I give back to all these things ?
Which my life a comfort make
No I just take them for granted
Continuing to take !
Connections abound in the Universe
The tenuous strands to be found
All people , places and things connected
What goes out must come round !
Vikaas Nafde
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