Your Friend Poem by PRADEEP PILLI

I, the source of your finer breathe,
The source of your cots, doors and windows.
The chief guest of the poor and the source of their livelihood,
The friend and shelter of many.

I am born after the creation of heaven and earth,
I provide many valuable things to the humanity,
No creature can survive without my presence,
All the parts of my body are useful for the human beings.

If you take care of me,
I will take care of you and your off spring.