Mortals Poem by Chan Mongol

MORTALS
By Chan Mongol


Mortals appear from nowhere;

And also disappear there!

The far sky remains blue;

Life on earth seems untrue!

Zero to zero;

It is so true!

From nothing, negative;

Temporarily, possessive!

Too much activities;

For mortal bodies!

Empty came and empty go;

But intermediary, all get pain and sorrow!

Some get privileges over others;

Some are weaker and miscellaneous!

To meet the hunger;

Flesh eater is a tiger!

But a cow and a deer;

A milder being is a grass eater!