The Chameleon Poem by Wini Jose

There sits something on that mango tree,
But suddenly it becomes invisibile, I just cannot see.
It crawls to the branch ahead,
To eat a little fly which immediately fled.
Spiky and spiny with his colour changing skin,
I wonder if he has got any close kin.
This poor fellow is always blamed for his colour change,
And some even consider him wierd and strange.
But he does it to hide in the hands of nature,
And doesn't mean any harm, silent like an old man, silent and mature.
In this world I have seen many people from many places,
With different colours and faces.
I know some people who behave like the one mentioned above,
Who existed in the past and some who exist even now.
When the work is done, the person is in the bin,
God, they don't know they are committing a grave sin.
Why should such people be created,
Instead they should be cremated.
For what they do and what they say,
I hope you understand what I mean to convey.
I hope such people, one day will realise,
When they grow old and wise.
That they were doing a mere waste,
Forgetting that they hurt other people in their haste.
To fly to the top on an eagles wing,
But in the end what they got was nothing, nothing and just nothing...