Human Vulture Poem by V P Mahur

All these unique innovations
And the matchless inventions
Really exciting for new generations

Wasting money of all the humble
Seems to me to be a blind gamble
The suffering hearts all grumble
In the future dark and unstable

The joys of the common do lie
But not in the vast unknown sky
They just can simply smoothly fly
On the wings of the simplest try

Why to boast of the high flights
When all days and all nights
Most of the creatures make fights
Even for their human birth rights

Altering the affection of Nature
Is a very cruel inhuman procedure
Is an unrecoverable expenditure
Making man a cruel human vulture