He converts garden into a garbage.
He welters in the water of his life,
Navigable, Steady and steering,
He determines a cool pond
into a dirty pool, stagnant,
unable to realize life is not
for stagnation, leaving the
grip of steady progress,
like an elephant run amuck,
trampling upon what ever comes by,
roses into crushed piles,
devalues God’s boon into a bane,
delving a self –made garbage
Devil is reigning supreme his roost.
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