Me And Universe

Me And Universe prose poem

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I may not be rich,
I may not be a beauty,
I may not be strong,
But I am human.

I may not be a Hero,
I may not be a Poet,
I may not be a Power,
But I am courageous.

I may not be a Superman,
I may not be a Saviour,
I may not be a Philanthropist,
But I am for the human race.

I love all trees, plants,
I adore the sky and stars,
I am fond of Nature,
Yet I am nowhere near them.

God has been merciful,
God shows us the way,
God has already laid the road,
Are we not to follow….

Rivers, Mountains are there,
Fishes, Animals are there,
We men are also there,
Which of Us deserves His Pity.

One Tree grows tall,
Four storey high and more,
How much a man can grow,
Only up-to six feet tall.

Mighty oceans, rivers,
Mighty Universe and all,
Mighty men were also there,
But are they there now?

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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Simple and yet elegant presentation!

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