FRUITS OF LABOR!

I cannot understand why

People are treated as fry

For numerous peoples endeavor and tenet

Earth appears as the most gorgeous planet!

People are the only driving force

For which our wheels of civilization gets its recourse

Continuous friction in the surface

Enables smooth progress to draw its trace!

Labor is the prime basic condition for human existence

It only enables to pave the way for all changes

Change is the only constant affair

By virtue of which we experience its intriguing flavor!

We are indebted to change

Which only yield rich dividend

We thrive with a new synthesis

Metamorphosis is the only design, a true catharsis!

We ruminate on past

Expecting it may once more emerge

Engulf us with a sense of nostalgia

Which we consider as a tool of supreme grandeur with magnificent aura!

Perhaps not knowing present is a unique bounty

Always champion out of its inherent paramountcy!

From extraterrestrial view

What a celestial beauty it renders in universe’s purview

It flows with a unique train

Joyous and boisterous in its orbital plain!

I wonder, do we possess at all any ability to govern

The planet where we dwell and burn

In a passage of time we convert into ash

Where mundane life vanishes from its jovial grace, becomes just trash!

We construct our own epitaph

We write our own obituary

Thus we are obsessed with our acts

To make our own history in haste!

We pave the history of past

To hover on us

Dictate and dominate and to propound on us

To eliminate the mistakes we made on past.

Mistakes perhaps breed mistakes

Seldom have we cared its inherent traits

Making our amenable milieu more complex

We are caught into the vortex, only to be perplexed!

Earth, the only haven for human beings

Are in the verge of extinction

For their changing behavior and instincts

Not knowing their ultimate destination

Indulging only in warfare and destruction!

From extraterrestrial view it appears prominent

How passionate we are to draw perfection, which is imminent

With an alarming gesture, devoid of perfection

Humans alone beckoning their own decimation!