Man, moments and soul
Moments, sweet and bitter, moves
Like ripples of river.
Ever moving sincerity
From darkest blackholes to the brightest stars
All face oscillations;
Time touches the fate and fortune
Makes and breaks all in its own tune.
Man emerges from the improbability's
Uncertain veil -
Like unfortunate unnecessary dust particle
Only to roam arround for certain
To face the deepest sorrows and
Drops of happy showers.
Yet man illusioned by desire
Forgets his fate,
Delusioned by greed
Slays his mate,
Mesmerized by light
Forgets the dark,
Hypnotized by civilization
Forgets the journey
He started wearing a bark.
History laughs at us
Man bestowed with reason
Is the noblest animal if reason dwells.
Yet man plunges into infinite cravings
Invites infinite sufferings;
Not only for himself
But for all creatures smallest to largest;
Man blessed with reason, logic, passion
Only to protect the earth's wildest beauties;
Man gifted with fire air water
Only to keep their sanctity
Yet man makes firearms....
The time laughs
The earth digests all the deads
Fire burns all the sins
Water washes the stains of blood.
The never-ending celestial patience
Waits to resurrect
Man's hypnotized soul.
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