Are Men Really Mean? - Poem by Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
Are Men really Mean - Tell?
Mean are mean; so say women
Confused mind inward turned.
Turned to hear the Soul’s voice:
“No, mean, stained Spirit; I in men
Torching to senses five, it said;
As thirsty dry field they lie fierce
Cracked, sweating, in morn dews,
Scientists on high mercury point
Cry, “Oh! Love Nature protect, or else
Fry us Nature; consume consumers.”
But, ere, death of sensuous senses
Dip the mind in rapture- drugs tell,
Stimulants misguide men to the hell.
Eves with apples entice everywhere,
Bar Hotels and Dance Clubs, Parks
Here, lives worldly life in full spirit:
What use of this clay sans spirit?
No Law will bring peace, but, fissure
Among men and women, I’m sure.
Old fast food and consumerism, alas!
Entangling parasites! suck men rude.
They lose discerning power in pride
End their life in trade and tirade.
Human Laws low; Divine Law lofty
Choose Divine to eschew the low.
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