A Sorrowful Gifted Life Poem by V P Mahur

To me this world
Is a pious and lovable
Creation of Lord
For, He has given
Innumerable gifts
For the human uplift
But for many
It is just a place of
Selfish exploitation
And they misuse
The lovely gifts of God
It is abuse
An open disrespect
To the creator
Why we forget
That we were so helpless
When we appeared
On the earth
And our birth
Was His greatest gift
Human life is gifted
When God is too merciful
To our tortured soul
And it is a chance to repent
Our sins and make our soul
Pious again
So a solace we can regain
I’m sorry for those
Who waste this golden life
In the dusty strife