Sonnet: Man’s Mind Today

A life’s edifice of virtues comes down,
By a minute slip of the human tongue!
Auto-biograph is an edited one;
Lest the world on your face should throw cow-dung!

Is there any sword without any edge?
And when swished about, it will cut some way;
Can one with ease get a bird from the hedge?
One wonders how on earth it went that way!

Man is always a fault-finder by birth,
Blaming the stars for his failures/ ill-luck;
When man just came, ’twas quite alright, our earth,
Until he spoilt it to see his Dame Luck!

Nothing appeases man’s curiosity,
That outgrows the time in intensity.


by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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