An ungrateful being

You are nothing but a speck of dust
And when you die you would mix with earthly dust
Remember when you were born as a child
And when you were so delicate and mild
Remember when you cannot even walk
And when you cried and cannot talk
Remember how your mother bore you with difficulty
And how she nursed and fed with humility
But look at you when grow up build strength
Trying to over-power everything in your arm’s length
Not even caring about her and all who gave you comfort
Those who never gave you a pinch of discomfort
Look at you O ungrateful being
O the one who never thinks how you came to being
Look at you how you are growing weak
Aaah, do you really think you will not get weak
And DIE ....One Day