And…the Lord looked down upon His creation,
With an euphoric feeling of great satisfaction;
Yes! The flowers in the gardens looked all so very nice,
The fragrance Hmm!!, no superlatives would suffice.
So He set amongst them the butterflies & the bees,
Not for them the bushes, the plants & the trees;
Honey for their food & pollen they would carry,
From one flower to another, this way flowers would marry.
But… Satan was watching, with both horns & tail a-twiching,
Deviously plotting & venomously scheming;
So he set amongst them the worms & the grubs,
To gnaw at the flowers & snip them down to stubs.
‘Tis the balance of Nature says a wise old Man,
And we all nod our heads as well as we can;
But there’s something that’s not as well as can be,
‘Tis for us to look & for us to see.
There’s no Heaven or Hell, ‘tis all in the mind,
If you want to see the Devil, he’s not hard to find;
Just look around you & you’ll see a few thorns,
And maybe some tails & even some horns.
Your brother or sister or lover or friend,
The list is so long, it may never ever end;
Who do you trust or give a side-long glance,
Today ‘tis less design & really more of chance.
The news of late is all just grizzly & gore,
Yet we masos & sados yearn to lap up even more; …(masochists & sadists)
The Jessicas, the Pramods, the Suryas & their kind,
The peace their souls thirst for, ‘tis doubtful they’ll ever find.
The Police for one are just not following the text, …(Jessica.. RIP)
Filial ties are flimsy, they’re under the scanner next; ...(Pramod still fighting bravely)
So what do you say of one who bravely gave his life,
To help his fellow men in a land so full of strife? …(Suryanarayan.. RIP)
Had to add the connotations to explain who I'm referring to. This may make my poem understood more widely. At least that's what I imagine perhaps. Any objections to this & I'll remove them pronto.
With an euphoric feeling of great satisfaction;
Yes! The flowers in the gardens looked all so very nice,
The fragrance Hmm!!, no superlatives would suffice.
So He set amongst them the butterflies & the bees,
Not for them the bushes, the plants & the trees;
Honey for their food & pollen they would carry,
From one flower to another, this way flowers would marry.
But… Satan was watching, with both horns & tail a-twiching,
Deviously plotting & venomously scheming;
So he set amongst them the worms & the grubs,
To gnaw at the flowers & snip them down to stubs.
‘Tis the balance of Nature says a wise old Man,
And we all nod our heads as well as we can;
But there’s something that’s not as well as can be,
‘Tis for us to look & for us to see.
There’s no Heaven or Hell, ‘tis all in the mind,
If you want to see the Devil, he’s not hard to find;
Just look around you & you’ll see a few thorns,
And maybe some tails & even some horns.
Your brother or sister or lover or friend,
The list is so long, it may never ever end;
Who do you trust or give a side-long glance,
Today ‘tis less design & really more of chance.
The news of late is all just grizzly & gore,
Yet we masos & sados yearn to lap up even more; …(masochists & sadists)
The Jessicas, the Pramods, the Suryas & their kind,
The peace their souls thirst for, ‘tis doubtful they’ll ever find.
The Police for one are just not following the text, …(Jessica.. RIP)
Filial ties are flimsy, they’re under the scanner next; ...(Pramod still fighting bravely)
So what do you say of one who bravely gave his life,
To help his fellow men in a land so full of strife? …(Suryanarayan.. RIP)
Had to add the connotations to explain who I'm referring to. This may make my poem understood more widely. At least that's what I imagine perhaps. Any objections to this & I'll remove them pronto.
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