A Sketch Of Civilization Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

A sketch of civilization

When I move from pole to pole,
To check men's hides, check their whole.
I find them hard and scary ones,
Are they bear or wolves of the land?

I close my eyes and open my heart,
To search for a friend and search for a match.
They blink at my body and tell the air,
Smell my hide and throw my chair.

I brought a scale from divine land,
Found their eyes big and hearts so bland.
Their mansion big but virtues so foul,
To uncage evils like nameless soul.

I flew a little high to sketch a graphic,
What I saw more of a divine trick.
Now up inheaven set the sketching keys,
Monkeys for men and men for monkeys.

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