Man"s hunger never seems to be appeased,
God made them human with humanity,
But they choose to be beast,
Devoid of all that pertains to nobility.
"Peacefulness' is a thing of the past,
Man knew it,when he knew less;
Its whereabouts we are often asked,
I wish there was not so much 'progress'!
We are 'advanced',
We are 'civilized,
But that is so absurd --
We are nought,but machines stylized.
Stabbing and killing each other,
Bring them unending glory,
Them,it does not bother,
That their hands are bloody and gory.
The desperate cry and plea,
Of fellow beings in distress,
Are met with sadist glee;
We don't seem to,from this path digress.
"Are You sure,the One up and above,
This is Your highest creation?
Your fill of Divine Love,
Seems to have reached,the point of exhaustion."
Is there no deliverence,
From this debilitating state of unrest?
I think man's unconditional penance,
Will deliver us,then with sanity ,we will be blessed.
Chandni.
