The Irony Of Intellect. Poem by Subrata Ray

The Irony Of Intellect.

Nature's minion of the self-dress,
So does the intellect impress,
And manipulates the Ego's prime,
Establish supremacy through time .

Dialectic by nature Intellect you are,
And you put cobweb every where,
Never you can know the truth of life,
On Ambition's boat you strive and strive.

All the fights you fought, brought an empty naught,
Your galloping to compete the race and to win,
Degrades the society and brings self ruins.
You divert the individual from peace and love,
With Reason's poisonous wine , you fill your cup.

Your recreation of Nature from Nature's resource,
Runs for profit and gains through life's course,
And when you look back to your copious task,
You discover your Irony wearing Nature's mask.