Agony Of Being Humane Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

The world is at loggerheads
One against the other,
Fighting.

Even in my dreams
Demons and angels fight and fight
Falling.

In this kingdom of animals
Which is only to the fittest of the fittest,
What place is for a man like me
Who still wants to be humane

Among the men of odd character
Who only identify the world
With destruction,
Among the men made of papers
And documents
Who lack value education
What place is for a man like me
Who still wants to be humane.

Even a child comes with a toy gun
And threatens me with death,
Pointing at my forehead.

All are being probed and probed
With and within one self
And no one is an exception
It is the rule being most effective
Beyond the knowledge of our conception.


The entire universe is happened to be
Disappeared
When you close your eyes
Then what matters whether you are dressed on
Or you are naked,

Yet, I see
When something presses me
Towards death
Some other thing comes up
With flowers to make me singing
As words, words and words of poetry