Can things the mind aches for sustain the base
Of life all 'long the body does traverse ?
How, when the lustful mind devours the hapless
As live th' elite on their blood, toil and tears ?
You see your problem of comforts to own.
So you can't see the problem of another
To get a loaf of bread thrown off your glutton
And block the recourse for food to starving hunger.
The sprouts of human wants desires do tend -
Synthetic all and weed through modern mind
Of block of vagaries that floats to cursed end -
And grow to models of a baleful kind -
Under the civilized cloak, all are aliens;
Possess'd with hominids are all homosapiens.
-- N. P. SAMAL, POET, AUTHOR, ACADEMIC
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