Human Kills His Own Self

Each day, little by little, Human kills his own self. The child who used to see sky With wonder in his eyes, Hear songs in chirp of birds With amazement in his heart, Feel warmth in his mother's touch With divine serenity in his soul dies a slow miserable death. Human kills himself cruelly In search of a better life. Doesn't he? The eyes that used to see beauty, The ears that used to hear songs, The heart that used to dance in joy- They all starve and die. Human keeps hurting himself Each day, little by little, Until he stops seeing all beauties, Smelling all fragrances, Hearing all songs of this divine world. Thus, he chooses permanent residency Of a dark world call hell. And then he asks God Why is he in hell? Human is a living corpse That stinks to self and others. Isn't he? © Arun Maji Painting: ? Andrew Atroshenko