Sardonically Genius Human Poem by Javeria Aslam

I live somewhere, as made to be, in the haze of the inward looking;
Thinking no right of me on this Earth, people greet me with some poison cooking.

The Almighty made mammoth this world for me;
But His people truncated my droits over it and forsaken me not even a tree.

Though the weakness is very of man, the human;
Contemplates this no one, as in short of acumen.

Delightful at his amour propre, and taking much pride in things, forsooth not his;
Man sprawls, who is nescient of the gospel that all is endowed to him by God's wills.

De facto, even if so, concedes he, the submission to God;
Man, who should've felt beholden goes thankless, oh what an odd!

God, wants if, can teach you and me, in seconds much less;
How to confess and be grateful in even a ragged dress.

Thus so meaningless is the hubris of man;
Who knows not certainty over a single effete plan.

The world fills so with the haze of the inward looking, true remains it;
Till the day which on God's supreme rays of justice upon the sardonically genius human will hit.