When The “Human” shall Rise out of the Man . . . . .
Hatred, virulence, envy and greed, part and parcel of his life, his own subsistence in peril amidst the carnage he has thrived. Emblematic of a breathing fender, for money is the elixir for him, his heart is just a cauterized appendage, invigorating the glutton within. The society he dwells in, finely laced by caste and creed; Even its helm is in callous hands, guided by avarice and sleaze. But behold! The story doesn’t end here… Look at the young one who just put in the world his first step, Is the little beating heart aware of the hatred yet? Just kindle the humanity in him, let the love rise.. For he shall be the soother, the candle in the dark nights. Even when man may appear averting on the outside, but a heart still dwells in him. He may have stopped listening to its beats; but, yes! the Human twirls within.