I saw a paper cup on the road, Run nomadically with the wind, You had asked me to pick it up, But I failed to consider. Then I saw another,  And I wondered if it was same, Again I heard you say, Yet I ignored thinking it was insignificant One the third day, I saw the cup again, The tea stains had dried, But the cup was still there. The litter was now starting to grow, An insignificant action not taken had gained prominence, Now there were many, Their number grew everyday. I regarded myself as a conscientious human, Yet I had failed to notice, By being oblivious,  I had become guilty Nature is a cruel master, To those who take her for granted, To those who believe they are not liable, We are but tenants in her paradise. So I urge myself pick it up today, When you see a papercup flying with the wind, Feel the responsibility to pick it up, So that tomorrow is another wonderful day.