When God created human,
Used the clay of five elements,
Same for all;
In two molds,
One to seed,
Other to conceive;
Natural, no adulteration,
Not even colors to shade,
All were same and one;
But human trusted self,
More than the creator God;
Learned to seize power,
Exploiting race and creed;
Resorted to quenching greed,
Annihilated gifts of God;
© sadashivan nair
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