I’m the lucky one of the Nine
Because I have a special boon
A boon, for supporting something special called life.
They invented and discovered infinite,
That gave pleasure and comfort,
And, made themselves, powerful and rich.
But, they never paid me back.
I never expect anything from them.
But, they can at least treat me nice.
Burnt and grilled, dug up and drilled.
Only a few lives enriched me, but that one special life,
Is preventing them to do more. They were fell, fired and smoked.
They made the common to go extinct,
Extinct were endangered,
Endangered got disappeared.
Thy have to take the blame,
And stop giving excuses that were lame.
I cannot beg to life for my life.
I feel sorry for doing this to myself.
Nothing can be done, unless they understand,
That, it’s they hurting themselves.
Wish, this happens soon
Else it will be a useless boon
With love for life,
From a life called, Earth.
-Saikarthick
