Mankind's Unfortunate Fate

MANKIND'S UNFORTUNATE FATE Though most of the people will go to hell Yet they will not listen to me Or will they read my poems Yet they pose here, as if, they the staunch lover of truth In reality they are not, they all bluff The reason is that when I start to say them the truth They either run away accusing me that I am telling lies Or resort to ugly debate Or engage against me with sick arguments I am sorry to say Such is the sordid state Of the affairs of mankind's unfortunate fate; All they surface up from the depth of lies And pose as busy as a squirrel Searching truth as if it is a nut fallen from a plant above But when I say The truth is in one God And all the prophets around the world In this give their testimony The atheists jump up and say they can't see Him Nor they believe what the prophets said And rest of them goes in hurry to hide in their burrows I am sorry to say Such is the sordid state Of the affairs of mankind's unfortunate fate; God can't be seen nor can He be shown As He is neither like a human being nor is He like an object He is to be realised only through His numerous signs Spread all around this cosmos Imprinted in beauty of pied things And in the intellect of His grand design He left upon this entire creation Yet like swarm of bees they swamp down And demanded proof of His existence Though proof is not the reality of this world to be true Like they said before There is nothing existed in this universe which is not matter Later they understood it themselves The presence of non-matter which can't be seen Nor can be shown to anyone I am sorry to say Such is the sordid state Of the affairs of mankind's unfortunate fate; They seem they are searching beauty frantically In which they can get aesthetic pleasure But when I place this poem or other poems When start to show The beauty in easy flow But they say The reading is difficult and what I say is meaning less So, I am sorry to say This is the state really sordid Of the affairs of mankind's unfortunate fate.