Confused Comments Poem by Somanathan Iyer

Dirt has no dearth human birth has no worth
Removed by wash appears again a new dirt
Pruned by death appears again a new birth
Birth ushers the life only to be snatched by death

Creation is the tree universe is its main root
Branches are the different living species
Game of death limited only to the branches
Death for the roots only at the times of deluge

Rodents, termites many other creatures
Born and die in millions everyday
But for the wisdom to think and judge
Same suits the humans with no iota of doubt

Reading in between the lines wonder I many a times
Fame and name go with a few others deprived of their dues
Is it that luck playing its roll favoring only a selected few?
Bitter to swallow difficult to grind most lives melt in shallow

Born are not all with intelligence
Exceptions are there with a little resilience
Mindset is the key making all the difference
Sans a purpose or goal birth or life has no essence

Stomach full you got think of others only then
Times are not the same to live only for others
Not beyond one or two generations wealth to be created
Controlled greed and content life usher welfare for all the humans