Madhuri Sawant (30-September-1991 / Mumbai)
They say humans are the free living life form on this planet,
Dominant among the entire creature,
But little did they know that humans are slaves to themselves.
Soul are confined in the prison of their body,
Like a firefly caged in a glass jar, forbidden to fly.
Body are detained by their own mind,
Like a car which moves when driven.
Men are slaves to their own sensation,
Some are obsessed with lust,
Some are addicted to renown,
Some are devotee of currency,
Some are enthusiast about their own passion.
Some are determined to win,
Like in a car race,
Men are slaves to their own obligation,
Eyes are forbidden to observe nature,
Ears are shut to hear the truth,
Movement are blocked by ticking of clock,
Hands can’t act without consulting their own brain.
Men wants to be part of flaunt,
Nobody wants other to get applaud,
Men are full of resentment for others,
Little did they care of their own kind.
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