Uncivilized Poem by C. P. Sharma

Uncivilized

I know no language
I can't read books
I am uncivilized
I have rustic looks

I am regular birdwatcher
With them on trees I sit
I smile with the flowers
Nightingale's melodies knit

Mountains taught me
To hold head high
Rivers tell me
To flow down the isles

From trees I learnt
To bear fruit for others
Honey bees never
Get glued their feathers

I am better uncivilized
Civilized of money stink
It's Satanic mischiefs
Always full of fake jinks

Its intricate language
The whole world tricks
The divinity of Nature
Its secret moves eclipse