Ungrateful short poem

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They give him fruit
He hits them with axe.
They give him shade
He vandalizes the rest.

They purify the air
For him to breathe in,
He sheds their leaves
Making them cry within.

They give him water
To quench his desire,
He keeps polluting it
With filth floating fire.

Mother Nature gives
Him fresh air
But he is ungrateful
Never learnt to be fair.

They bring him to life
Bring up to be capable,
Ungrateful as he is
Deserts as they grow feeble.

He is perfect in milking
The Mother Nature,
Forgetting the milk
Bestowed by his mother!

Could you guess who
Is this shaming being?
There can be none other
Than the human being.

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I am an educationist and have penned books in Education, Hindi and English literature. My Hindi novel "Shashwat Prem" is acclaimed by Hindi Academy, Delhi. A book of poems in Hindi published by Parvati Prakashan Indore. My books on Education are : Humour in Classroom, Human Resource Development in Education, Shkshan Kshetriya Manav Sansadhan Vikas and Microteaching. These days I am working on Spiritual Education Management Development.
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