This man that gets modern time's nod,
Odd, he's drifting away from God.
He who hails from a tall stature,
Odd, he's so far off from Nature.
He, who paeans on humanity sings,
Odd, he turns off face from fellow beings.
And then what comes to mind is mighty grim:
Strange, man has turned stranger even to him!
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Reflections | 39.01.2019 |
This is really a beautiful poem on humanity, and brotherhood having touching expression with nice collocation. I cite....And then what comes to mind is mighty grim: Strange, man has turned stranger even to him! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
which god do u see....I am blind since birth....but i love your frankness...doooooo strike me Appreciation is like a manure, but that is what I only see on this site. But that does not take the quality of an average poem to reach any height. Many so-called poems are no poems at all. Yes, criticism with an evil intention cannot be encouraged. DEAR AP
I sometimes get confused as all old men do. But I recall vaguely we had had some discussion on this. Yet, I'm not sure, you're with me or not. Any way, no comments on this poem? And no comments is not like 'no news is good news'. So I understand.