Child Is Greater Than Man Poem by venkata lakshmi narasimharao

CHILD IS GREATER THAN MAN
When I was a child
I used to wonder
What was the cause of thunder?
Why the grass was green
Or the Apple was red
How could water go into Coconut?
Everything fascinated my inquisitive mind
And my heart was incredibly kind

Now I have fifty years old
My heart has become unashamedly cold
I don’t care even if an innocent child
Fell into sinking mud
Or a pious saint was killed in cold blood
And a number of villages were
Marooned by furious flood
Or a heinous terrorist shot
A number of devout pilgrims
Brutally dead
I don’t know whether
The colour of my blood is red
The snow of insensitivity
Froze my childish heart
And destroyed my creative art
The sin of my selfishness
Deleted my human part
And drove out my divine craft