Man Is Man’s Foe

Man Is Mans Foe short poem

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Man is man’s foe,
Woman is woman’s foe.
But a child is a child’s pal.
Innocent wins innocent –
Knowledge defeats knowledge,
Widens the gap between the wise men,
Wrecking their heads,
To satisfy their revenge!
One that burns the world-
Burning the innocents,
And the vengeance of the souls.
Man confronts man for power,
Woman vexes woman for authority-
A child teases child for fun!
Conflict grips the world in competition,
That rules the world.
Greed engulfs man,
Corruption blesses him.
Politician escorts him.
To be confident of his stolen wealth,
Through denotification or misappropriation-
Man is Nature’s foe!

Man is animal’s foe,
Nature like a terrorist-
Scares man, a peril to all!
Often sheds tears,
That is flood swallows whole.
Often thunders to shiver man’s cruelty.
Man terrifies man with guns,
Swords or remote–bombs.
Just a mild toss, a host of corpses-
Man’s hunger for money.
Poisons everyone’s honey,
Man’s disrespect for nature.
Is unbearable for nature!

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Mothi Bai

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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