Humbling Haughty Humans

Standing on the pedestals,
are statues of great men,
they claim to be greater,
even greatest as they ken.
The pedestals are flimsy,
in so big a city,
which again is a petty corner,
in a state so pretty.
The country houses so many states
of them that is one,
not much talked about,
they say, it’s just a clan.
Bigger is the continent,
that harbours these all,
take a globe in your hand,
can you point out where they fall ?
In the zillionth part of a whacking planet,
which is just a rubble in the cosmos,
stands the halfwit ,haughty human,
foreseeing glorious tomorrows .
Humble , humble haughty human,
what stokes your pride,
what makes you fuel carnages,
why do you take this stride ?
Your flesh has a stellar blessing,
for you have the gift of love,
but in your craze to earn not learn,
your boon like a bane you shove.
From your foster mother nature,
what all don’t you harness?
yet you choose to subdue her,
with your direful wantonness.
He does come with all his might,
as a saviour for His creation,
under His wrath you cuddle like a cat,
and He smothers the flames of your passion.
Bow you down to mother earth,
and wet her with tears of gratefulness,
with a forfeited soul and conceit aside,
you beseech Him with helplessness.
As a dust of grain is to you,
so are you to the cosmos you belong,
humble, humble haughty human,
or else you’ll perish before long.

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