Only human…
All too human…
only, human-
why should we ever think of ourselves
as anything but human?
To be, 'the be all and the end all'-
as symbols of perfection
or signatures of an authority,
ultimate, in its inception?
Puny, we are-
grappling fusions, of doubts and fears,
anxieties and furies-
self-created turmoil, unsettling disputes,
unforgiving egos, intolerant impatience,
cynical and over critical-
lacking the soft human touch
of acceptance, acknowledgement and appreciation.
'What I did yesterday, was the greatest and the best! '
If, that is our last call,
then do we live, we must quest?
If the best is already done, the future holds no more test-
no promise, as tall,
to prove our zest.
Jealousies, insecurities
and vanities loom ever so large…
Shall we ever have
a place, in Noah's barge? By: Pushpinder September 5,2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If the effort for being 'only human' may be accomplished, life's call would be served.