Being Human. Poem by Pukar Dhital

Being Human.



No, I don't have any complains but It's just that I can't fly like falcon.
No, way that I can complain but it's just that I can't run like cheetah.
No, I shouldn't complain but it's just that I can't swim like dolphins.
No, I am not complaining but it's just that I am not as strong as elephants.
But Halt,
Why should I complain? After all I am human, the superior being on earth!
But yet,
May be perhaps I am envy of other species gift!
Again I wonder are those beings really enjoying what they naturally possess?
If yes, then good heaven what a gift they have!
But if they don't then alas what a pity on them,
Perhaps the only thing they could have enjoyed went in vain.
And such is the case with me for my wishes are futile provided there is no thrill behind those gifts.
Finally, my complains are all deceased
For at least I am enjoying being human
And an infinite thanks to Almighty for making me a simple being called human.

Friday, August 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Narrative
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