When man loses himself in eternal indulgence
When man is caught in web of his own pretense
When man loses a touch of divine compassion
When man is cleaned of humanity, and passion
What is left of a man, I wonder; no more a human
Neither a God nor a beast is reckless and inhuman
No more a ‘human being', that we seek in a man
I say, call it ‘human-had-been' is all that we can
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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