Tuesday, April 23, 2013
A humble Request to Nature
Here I tread upon the sand,
With a magic wand in my hand,
Thought for a while with a withered smile,
Can I change this feeble sight?
I hope the nature will tell me sometime,
The mighty changes he makes within,
In this gorgeous world of his own,
Doesn’t he feel the pain in this?
Can you tell me the rules you made,
To create this faulty world of fake,
With mortal figures roaming around,
And calling them the discoverer of fate.
I hereby as a gentleman pray you,
To make some rules for us too,
So that we humans recognize our mistakes,
And get corrected to all the pride we intake.