Atomized

Self poised in the vacuum of world,

Living a life of featherless bird,

Presuming to be absolutely free,

I am like a lofty tree:

That belongs to the materialistic world,

Not to the sacred primitive world;

That is standing all alone,

Without any pleading or mourn;

That is cold to all emotions,

Not idolized with any devotion;

That is alienated from its fruits,

Bearing them for wicked and cutes;

That is now bereft of mirth,

Plundered by tribulations and dearth;

That flourishes in oblivion,

And does not want any companion;

That listens to its silent screams,

But doesn’t have a sweet dream;

That is succumbed to attitude,

And does not yearn for multitude;

That bears a single face,

In this world of rat race;

That embodies all the virtues,

Beneath the cage of its sinews;

That is full in itself,

And apt for every shelf.

Have mercy! O mankind.

Try to be a little more kind.

Bring back the humane grace.

Don’t become a blot on the race.