Emotions
Emotions
Oh my young brave men
What do you think you are,
You boast on your muscularity
Which goes frail in time so far.
What do you call yourself
Man of intellect, a tempting impulse,
You are nothing but an impotent
Machine runs on Electrical pulse.
Is it your bright and gleamy skin
Which makes you feel so proud,
Where you think your pride goes
When it is shriveled and subdued.
All your glamour and your gifts
None stays on your dying bed,
Life is like a boat goes adrift
Until Emotions play in the end.
I taught you to love so to cry but
you called me an Imbalanced mind,
you are just a pawn left to die
It's your emotions you leave behind.
Yet you treat me like an orphan
You Blame me for your weakness,
But It is me, who keeps you alive
I am your emotions which you despise.
Oh my young brave men
Who do you think you are,
A Victim of your own genius,
A soulless Frankenstein you are.