MAN THOU ART MORTAL
Hear thee oh man; loud and clear
Thou art nothing but mere dust, or ashes in a pot
Declare thee otherwise that thou art immortal
And this Earth eternal
I say thee wake up; thou art mortal
Who art thou to question the work of God?
He is not to blame for thy abuse and disabuse
Man creates wealth, cast, creed, religion, and status
Yet aren’t we but doomed for the same fate?
Have we the right to refuse the summon of Death the unpaid slave of fate?
Even the great Ceaser, worshiped the ground in death
Then who art thou? Oh great and mighty, proud and rich man,
To ridicule one’s brother walking the streets of misery and poverty?
Man can thou taketh thy wealth and fortune when death knocks on thy door?
Or just the good deeds and clear conscious thou has in store?
Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(Cambridge) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
From the collection of Poetry on humanity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear poet The god is kindly therefore, he is not going to be blame to thee great poem thanks