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Is Align Designed To Malign?
Is Align Designed To Malign?
How the brain
An amazing train
Nobody knows how it works
What it reflects and how it translates
It does possess the sensory organs
Precisely human beings only having such capacity to express with the parlance
The external world it alone can express
Though it is the brain which only incites us to reign
For which it subscribes its mundane fame
Clear disparities it always prevails and promotes an interesting game
Where the majority and minority cannot align under any circumstances to rave
Our civilization always having a tendency to cover up all deprave!
We may notice the beehives
And many natures’ bounty endowed to us with a shape to jive
Hexagon is a shape of mystic expression
What a grand rendition! Bemuse us in its mystic representation
Its physical rendition makes a huge appeal to our human spectrum
How far we can realize?
We too possess hexagonal manifestation in nature’s behavioral pattern
Up, Down, Front, Back
Left, right are our physical emphatic proclamation which we mere stare with aback
We human are exactly supreme
By virtue of our mind
Which can travel faster than light and entwined?
Even bees cannot travel for collecting honey for their hives
What an amazing creature we human alone
We can only sing our swan song with forlorn!
I, as a human, having a huge aspiration
The sky
is the limit we resort to translating our limitation
We human only can dispel and discard the disdainful work to usher mankind with benevolence
Our labor, toil is our only solemn vow
We will force all omen to fall into our toe
Then only the symbiosis may work
Where all nefarious design and traits will be decimated with stark!
I wonder to notice the history of human civilization rolls and reign
How to cry for align pave for only malign
A single ethnicity in their respective domain with sheer caprice
Cleansing minority without any qualms and sympathy, but ready to pay a huge price
Across the world the religion and its pugnacious role
One or the other ethnic group make the huge brawl
Ultimately it is human souls subjected to unconditional sacrifice down the ages
Thus our civilization which alone progresses with candor and upholds sheer sacrilege!
Nature’s mystic blow
We all in the universe glow
Gravity at its center
Immense in its form, black hole reveals its entity in rapture
Yet, anti-gravitation is in our vain
The flow of blood ensures our lives and its rhythm with an amazing train
But no one perhaps knows
When we turn into person non-grata at an abrupt blow
Is it sensible to take pride for our ephemeral mundane fame?
We never know how and when our script of mundane life conclude without any reclaim!
