A Monkey Of My Apple Tree - Poem by Vishal Sharma
we are just familiar with our great ancestors
who taught us a way to lead this beautiful life
and we are ultimately losing their faith
are we leading the life the way they imagined
they were innocent, they were pious in nature
they really taught us the reasons for our survival,
and the way we mislead them, is this a fair cheating,
yeah, surely it is, as we are not proving to be humans
and the hate virus inside us has made us a virus too
these are my captured thoughts i feel it free
whenever i look at the monkey of my apple tree.
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