Animal World Poem by Binu Mathew

The weaver alters not,
The architecture of its nets,
Nor the cuckoo makes,
New designs to its home!

The dawn chorus delays not,
Its melodic songs of trills and whistles,
Nor the cock forgets,
The midnight alarm!

The nightingale never changes,
Its tone or time for variety,
Nor the great builder beaver use,
Any different stuff to build its home!

But humans change their homes and hearts,
For fashion and dump,
Their heritage, rich and great,
In Lethe, the stream of oblivion.

Let's keep all traditions intact,
To honour our ancestors' legacy,
Till the Sun goes dim,
And the great Globe stands still on its axis!