The Human Nature

How weird is the human nature, How unscrupulous is he a creature. He acts like a god when he is strong, He becomes reluctant to admit that he can Ever be wrong, He dreams of owning the whole planet, He wants to leave behind his each ‘n every cognate. At times he is too timid even to dream, Out of the gravest darkness, sometimes He finds the golden gleam, Sometimes he is a person with a magnanimous soul, At others he is vicarious and snatches everything away Playing it fair or foul, When you loose, he helps you to fight the maladies And makes you brave, And when you succeed he may turn to be your greatest knave, Sometimes he works tirelessly to give another being the gift of life. At others he talks the language of hatred, terror, bombs and knife. At times he is full of valor and even defies death, At others he is frightened out of his skin by the thought of stopping his breath. He has the ability to live above the mundane matters of the echelons of the society. He may indomitably deny the very existence of the almighty. When his heart is filled with the sweet thing called love, He turns as gentle and meek as a humble dove. The human nature is so vivid, so arcane, so protean, Like no other creature existing on this planet has ever been.