The Jungle Of Life Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn

Where are we heading to,
In this world so material,
No one cares for another
Life has become a jungle

Neighbouring houses need to
Keep mending their wall,
Catastrophe can be saved
Only if those are tall

People think not of others
Out of social status,
All relations are superficial,
As only money matters

Is that man happy, who
Has all of life's pleasures

Nothing he does at present
Nor thinks of his futures

What better he lives then
Than a street dog,
Eating what he gets
Sleeping like a log,

That is what he will
do, his life throughout,
In isolation, with only money,
To live and bother about;

Thinking about others in life,
Carry on with your deeds,
That is the best way
Of fulfilling life's needs