Strabge Race

Strange Race 



When I see inside out 
I surprise to see human beings are really mad 
They have so much at hand to dispose 
Yet they love to feel void 
They sing not the nightingale inside 
Not allow the muse to write they have 
The child they got but let it not to dance 
Yet they go to feel empty 
And envy the ocean which has nothing except the waves; 

Inside them I see a mine 
Full of minerals and other costly elements to bring forth 
Yet they choose to feel vacant 
They use not the house where power is stored 
Not crack a bit enough to let the rays enter 
And flourish like the wild bushes 
Yet they walk miles to think 
They have nothing except emptiness 

This race of man must be strange 
To the animals and plants of this globe 
To see them to cry and to tell only blues 
When they have ocean like heart 
Hills like mind and valleys like feeling 
But they use them like stones, pea and nuts 
And go for telling what is like feeling zero.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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