Still human
Human body is like home
It welcomes
All tenants
And make as occupant
Greed is always appreciated
Pt pays rent regularly and firmly seated
It invites more of its relatives
They enter with pride and start behaving
They introduce jealousy
As member jury
It favors cunning partners
And cooperation is fully offered
How come such body allows good forces?
When board hangs with playcard"no chances"
Still you want the goodness to enter?
And make them all to exile later
One option is still open
Allow them to live in half portion even
People will call you till human
"Excuse him for error as he is still human"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One option is still open Allow them to live in half portion even People will call you till human “Excuse him for error as he is still human”