IS ALIGN DESIGNED ONLY TO MALIGN?
An amazing train
Nobody knows how it works
What it reflects and how it translates
It do possess the sensory organs
Precisely human beings only having such capacity to express with parlance
The external world it alone can express
Though it is the brain which only incite us to reign
For which it subscribes its mundane fame
Clear disparities it always prevails and promote an interesting game
Where majority and minority cannot align under any circumstances to rave
Our civilization always having a tendency to cover up all deprave!
We may notice the bee hives
And many natures’ bounty endowed to us with a shape to jive
Hexagon is a shape of mystic expression
What a grand rendition! Bemuse us in its mystic representation
Its physical rendition makes huge appeal to our human spectrum
How far we can realize?
We too possess hexagonal manifestation in nature’s behavioral pattern
Up, Down, Front, Back
Left, right are our physical emphatic proclamation which we mere stare with aback
We human are exactly supreme
By virtue of our mind
Which can travel faster than light and entwined?
Even bees cannot travel for collecting honey for their hives
What an amazing creature we human alone
We can only sing our swan song with forlorn!
I, as a human, having huge aspiration
Sky is the limit we resort to translate our limitation
We human only can dispel and discard the disdainful work to usher mankind with benevolence
Our labor, toil is our only solemn vow
We will force all omen to fall into our toe
Then only the symbiosis may work
Where all nefarious design and traits will be decimated with stark!
I wonder to notice the history of human civilization rolls and reign
How cry for align pave for only malign
A single ethnicity in their respective domain with sheer caprice
Cleansing minority without any qualms and sympathy, but ready to pay huge price
Across the world the religion and its pugnacious role
One or the other ethnic group make huge brawl
Ultimately it is human souls subjected to unconditional sacrifice down the ages
Thus our civilization which alone progress with candor and uphold sheer sacrilege!
Nature’s mystic blow
We all in the universe glow
Gravity at its center
Immense in its form, black hole reveals its entity in rapture
Yet, anti-gravitation is in our vain
Flow of blood ensures our lives and its rhythm with an amazing train
But no one perhaps know
When we turn into person non-grata at an abrupt blow
Is it sensible to take pride for our ephemeral mundane fame?
We never know how and when our script of mundane life conclude without any reclaim!
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