Hording without using

On his way through the woods one winter night,

To warm himself through out night in the site,

He started collecting debris for burning,

More and more, unsure of the wanted quantum,

Till he found himself at approaching dawn.

His toils became of no use to serve

And the debris was left and he left.

Some said that he failed to enjoy his fruits

That I contradict; he had his need served.

Don’t ridicule one who had unending wishes.

22.06.2004