Question Of Survival Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Question of survival, here.
Is there any question of
Survival, my dear,
Without love,
Without truth?
And yet,
We are creating
Atmosphere of hate
What for?
And yet
We are taking shelter
Of falsehood
What for?
Forgoing company
Inviting storehouse of
Grief and infamy
What for?
Are we here
To gain only profit?
Are we covetous
Of sovereignty?
Be always a champion of
Righteousness, my dear
And device some means
To avert in this life
Grief and obloquy.