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Humanity Namby-pamby figure, trembling with each step,

Humanity

Namby-pamby figure, trembling with each step,

With a torn clothes on and head covered with sand,

Arid and parched for the water and sustenance of the forbearance.

Entered into a place where colour is the landmark of identity,

And an assumed attitude of ‘we are the victims!!’

Knocked on the verdant painted door,

And sighed with a deep voice,

‘I am dying!! Save me, I am your brother!!’,

But deaf door kept dumb and,

Stayed at a place where it has been since dawn.

Knocked on the saffron Painted door,

And sighed with a spiritless voice,

“I am dying!!! Save me, I am your brother!!”,

But blind door remains engulfed in the darkness and,

Stayed at a place where it has been since dawn.

Moved on and knocked at every,

Door that came across.

Wound of brutality got,

Worse and worse;

And at last he looked at the sky;

And merge him with the mother earth.

At least when the sun sets,

All came out to help,

But Alas! He was no more.

Whose name was later revel as ‘humanity’.

Date: 15th April, 2018 Name : Burhan Kadiyani

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