Last evening, returning from office,
Gazing at the mesmerising sunset,
On the lead-colour sky,
Far away on the horizon,
Through the smog of the metropolis,
I noticed a few city birds,
Fluttering their flaps in a flock,
Returning to their concrete nests.
As I watched I pondered:
Do they also have offices to go?
How do they earn?
Do they visit the hospitals when they are sick?
How are they cured?
Do they attend schools? The schools of life!
If no, where they learn the lessons of life from?
Do they also cheat?
Do they also rage?
Do they also betray the heart that loved them?
If they don't go to school, where they learn:
Dishonesty, cheating, ingratitude, immorality from?
Where do they learn the art of flying?
Where do they learn the art of earning, the art of helping, the art of family life, from?
Do they have better schools than ours?
Is their support system better than ours?
O yes, That's why! That's why!
They don't have
Hospitals & clinics,
Roads & dams,
Courts & jails,
Offices & Parliaments.
And also they don't fight wars,
Nuclear wars,
Conventional wars,
Weapons of mass destruction,
Knives & guns.
They don't kill their own sisters & brothers.
Then, are they better than us?
Aren't we inferior to them?
We, the humans, the supreme creatures! !
A poet's heart could not think beyond,
For, I had reached back home,
To fight again,
And to reconcile again.
© Khaleeq
contemplation of heart beautifully crafted with sarcasm on humanity.
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Deep and lovely poems. Your words are beautiful. So much truth in your wondeful, touching words.