Human Tragedy

Many wounds in my heart Oozing through my eyes Bleeding transparent Smile of buds Laugh of bloomed flowers In many colours With fragrance Birds fly to peck the sun Every day in the morning And in the evening An effortless try With great importance In morning they fly to earn And in the evening return to urn To get fresh An energetic breath, For the new life. Man; ate forest and mud Drank water less And spoiled more Spared non Killed and ate himself Mossy mind with spoilt thought Blinded eyes with bright vision He prayed earnestly, “All need revision” At last, tired with war, he fought He called himself, an Angel And then a fairy, And then a Devil At last; most insincere creature And cried Just before farewell Adieu With confessional dew of morning After the darkness Adieu, the last word; A splinter of blast Wounded. Many wounds in my heart Oozing through my eyes Bleeding transparent, I will scatter like dry leaves And will turn into dust. The ultimate desire Of my bizarre thought..