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.