The Hue Of Humanity Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Rainbows with seven shades shine in sky,
Man with more— resourceful, what a guy!
He falls short of one still—
That makes him look so ill,
Call it raw hue of humanity.

But what seems so easy to harbour,
To profess or else with feigned fervour,
Though humanity's cause
He seems never to pause,
He fails still O to love his neighbour.

And happy to be hailed as human,
Tries no hard to be truly humane;
Fine, if he goes no far,
Nor shine, be nor a star,
Were he to remain what he's— good man.
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Reflections | 07.03.16 |