JUNGLE
Dr. B. Parvathi
Days grow heavier as years roll by
Choking a heart and muddling a mind
There is not much fresh air in the human jungle
where
Minds sacked in self
Suck up all oxygen and leave black soot
Of falsehood and lies. We mask our ugly
Raw passions of hate, jealousy, anger, dislike,
In sharpened words, steady looks and cold smiles.
Only city people smile a meaningless smile
Which hides so often a cold intent. A big pretence
Is life tucking away dreams for a tidy today
For a sterile tomorrow where we do everything
We have already done. A machine like existence
For heartless humans. Pretend, imitate, copy,
Store, serve the self well for the soul has no place.
Pounce on them that are weak, catch and
Cash weaknesses, for civilization of hearts
Is yet to come. A careless prowl will land
In a fury of rights. Kindness will earn
More bruises than one. Birds or sparrows
Should nest atop trees or high places
World is a care life is a care ego is a mire in a great forest world
It sucks and finishes like a carnivore without traces.