I once heard of a tale,
A man who killed his neighbor,
And stole all the fruits of his labor.
It made me weep with sorrow,
What will happen of this cruel society tomorrow?
I once sat upon my window sill,
I saw an act of nature, if you will.
A pigeon toiled day and night to make its nest in my window,
And once when his eggs lay in the nest, came a crow.
Nonchalantly it took the eggs with it
and began to take apart the twigs for his own nest, ah the wit!
I thought no further of this act,
Until one day I began to wonder,
How the man and the crow, their acts were not very different.
Perhaps one had a conscience, the other was indifferent.
– Sneha Pathak