The creator, perhaps,
never thought of
the many different religions
prevalent in human race.
Can a man not be able to
manage,
sans religion,
its full term and life's
course?
In stead of holding
the humanity United,
religion is abused to
make the race divided.
Wars, violence, differences
are spreading their mighty
wings to bring us
towards a dead end.
Paying equal homage
to all religions is,
as I see and foresee,
as an alternative,
is impossible because
men use it for varied purposes.
Our gross anatomy is same, but
thoughts are quite different
like that of the leaves of the
same plant, to make all of
us equally generous.
A very perceptive poem. A true and keen observation of what is happening to humanity. So sad but true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How many of us think about humanity, the way you said, very few, we are fighting a battle for no reason and of no use. Thought provoking poem.