Man In a Jungle

I close my eyes And straight I go to a forest Untouched by hands At the time of twilight Where tigers, lions Bears and men live The only difference men have with animals Is that all are naked but men with a piece Of cloth The sun has gone So the moon appears And things are visible but dim Clouds are floating above Making the horizon a perfect dome I stand and see The grazing of animals Eating with sound Grass and leaves Around the bush and long trees Birds are cool and calm Taking rest in their nests Or hanging from boughs Rats like creatures Running helter -skelter And out of insects Make their feast No one cares here anything No rules, no sophistication No practice of art No finer quality of heart And mind appeals Everyone goes gross Coarse in attitude And running after physical needs Raw, thrilling and gratifying Might is right here Snatching and grabbing Both are instinctive Rampant killing is in their bloody habit A man I find standing Clutching the both ends of his scarf Running round his neck And contemplating hard and wonder If man is less beastly than the animals And his society is not less than a jungle !