Sushil Kumar Tripathy

(11th November 1963 / Odisha State in INDIA)

Who am I?


Who am I?
That gives you
Food clothes and shelter
Along with medicine,
A living being requires.

He, the chief sources
To conserve water
Save soil,
And gives Oxygen
To the atmosphere.

He never claim
For his life
But serves lives to other
To one and all.

He cools atmosphere
Blows wind and
Invites monsoon
To rain over the earth.

It blooms,
Serves fragrance
Welcomes spring
To come down
To the earth
And happiness
Spreads all over
The world.

Now say who am I?

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 20, 2013
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