What We Owe to Nature In our worldly life that we lead There often comes a need To seek help of some kind To which we ourselves bind; We owe someone or the other Money as principal and interest together, That’s what we to others owe Whether it be to John, George or Joe; A demand comes for what we owe When we are late or slow To return what we were lent For which notices had been sent; Nature never demands a pound of flesh Nor the celestial elements do us enmesh, As Shylock in his tricky game Did to gain his ambitious claim; Nature from us demands none, Neither the stars nor the sun, Nor the winds, nor the rain From all of whom we always gain, We owe to Nature a great lot For what from Nature we’ve got, The debt is beyond numerical measure And the gift is an invaluable treasure; Far valuable are these gifts of Nature, For taller are they in stature, They never demand what we owe, We repay the debt when respectful we grow. Raghav R 26.10.2025