"Hey, Wash your hands properly
Untiത it becomes asepsis!"
It's not a humiliation or an absurd;
To tell it often everytime!
Yea, I knew you bathe everyday
It's not enough, Be hygienic :
Live! To feel the aurora of bloom
To sing aubade at dusk, not to flout!
I wish to see the change I dreamt;
Immaculate wind blews at all:
Foliage nourishes the torned hearts;
Spotless body owns for all idyllic!
To feel the freshness of natura,
Be attendive to feel the purity;
Lend a hand of Water, Overjoyed
Not to dump, But to be natty!