Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Sonnet: But Man Is Wretched - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
The famished crow picks up the grains of rice,
Found in the drain-water near the kitchen;
Sometimes, it gets ripe fruits to eat, so nice,
Yet, takes much cleaner water than most men.
The parrots green need fruits and nuts to eat;
At times, they eat whatever seeds, they get;
They don't complain despite the summer’s heat;
They never curse their Maker, fume or fret.
Disgruntled Man is never contented;
He tries to eat those things he should not eat;
His life is not what God has intended;
He eats all things-mud, dirt, insects and peat.
Thus Birds behave so sweetly 'midst their strife;
But Man is never satisfied all life.
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