shanker jwala

(4 Jan 1974 A.D. / Nepal, Kathmandu.)

The Man


The man is like a animal
he stay in beautiful home, enlightenly
but his manner is rational animal
chatting the people harshly
he say about the man kindness
but his own path is criminal
inner manner is hunter dog
flying high but thinking low
his knowledge is like a container
every time he thinking low sense
he show the people like a god
but cut them inner knife
so we proof that man is dangerous animal
too much dangerous animal
if the animal seen this
they say man is rational animal
man is dangerous animal.

Submitted: Monday, June 04, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 07, 2011

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  • Abha Sharma (3/26/2008 4:09:00 AM)

    man may be sometimes the cruelest of God's creation...but there are poets to make them human.... (Report) Reply

  • Ivan Donn Carswell (6/4/2007 5:14:00 AM)

    Shanker, you are definitely a poet. You ignore logic and follow your view to the bitter end. Animals view 'man' as a larger animal - powerful and possibly a friend, but they never make the mistake of giving man a break. Rationality is attributed by poets, who are definitely not animals! Regards, Ivan (Report) Reply

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