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 !
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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