DISPLAY OF MANKIND
HAR PRASAD SHARMA
He wears a form of skin and bone,
And yet humanity is never shown,
With fire and hate, malice and clash,
He burns the souls of men to ash,
He deceives himself in many a way,
A figure of clay who`ll return to clay,
A hollow man, bankrupt of mind,
What picture he display of mankind
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