Not Always Crocodile Tears... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Humans are both wise and stupid creature.
Thanks to bloody folly we do ever suffer.

We let our hurt mind play in an open snare.
Lose heart to a killer`s noose in a gala fair.

We take to recurrent bull-fool songs.
Madly rush to quicksands and mucky ponds.

We lick our wounds till they are healed.
And love to love the castle cards-built.

We jump to catch a pie in the sky.
On a thud we sob or bitterly cry.