Sad It Is Poem by Mittur Ramprasad

STRONGER THEY FEEL SHOWING THE MISSILE
THEY ALL HAVE AS THEY BELIEVE
SHOW OF ARMS PROTECTS THEIR DREAMS
FROM THE BULLYS IN THEIR ALLEYS
AS A DETERRANY MOMENT AFTER MOMENT
STOPPING ANY TEMPTATION OF OTHER’S AGGRESSION
OVER THE SMALLER BY THE BIGGER
FEELING THE POWER OF MONEY’S COLOR

SAD IT IS FOR THE BLISS
FORCED TO STRIVE IN VIOLENT DRIVE
OF HUMAN CONFLICTS OF CRUEL ACTS
DEPRIVED OF UNDERSTANDING OF FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS

EVERYWHERE THEY DARE WITHOUT ANY CARE
FORCING THE HAND FOR GRAND STAND
SHWOING OFF ARMOURS THREATENING TO DEVOUR
SCARING OTHERS OFF LAUGHING CONTEMPT LAUGH
CALLING THEM NAMES PLAYING FOOLISH GAMES
TO BE SUPERIOR AS THE ULTERIOR
OVER OTHER HUMANS ALTHOUGH ITS PROVEN
EVERYONE IS SAME LIKE DIVINE ACCLAIMS