Paradox

Life is a paradox in a run,

Felt jealous about other mammals,

Felt jealous about birds.

How beautifully they sleep anywhere, without most tensions,

Life is easy going mostly, if you have a mobile shelter,

The world seems their, there is no segregation,

Foods, clothes, houses, theirs, present all in one,THE WHOLE WORLD

You just need to be an animal or even,

You can be a bird,

Self-reliant enough to build a nest and carry food,

HUMANS DON'T RECOGNISE YOUR WORTH,

You belong to the entire world,

Aesthetic Humans belong to not this world,

Earlier felt their pain too,

Felt jealous imagining them for being a human being first,

I have been blessed to a pedestal unlikely to be matched

By other animals and birds in their present births

A part of the Supreme Creator of this divine universe

Still in each and every one of us,

Hence realised, nothing is good and fair alone,

Not even human beings, at last.