The Missing Identity Poem by Sasikala Kamandula

Floods and droughts
Cyclones, hurricanes and earthquakes
Violence corruption and disruptions
Accidents suicides exploitations
Bunds and strikes and pollutions and scams
No peace of mind and no peaceful life,
Not a piece on the earth free of fright;
No secure life- neither to men nor to mass,
An ordinary man’s breathe out days!
Is God present? Then how does He run
The world so disastrous?
Where’s the God and what’s his game?

Flowers and fruit shower I fixed here
But the pour down of Guns and bullets
Is seen everywhere
Man stabs man and man eats man
No love no life no pure breath
No deity no piety no sanity
Instead everywhere insanity,
Devils and eagles and jackals and hawks
Roam about all over with blood thirst fierce;
Where is the Man, the Master Piece of Mine?

The Nature stood dumbfound at the Missing Identity!