I've grown among my bloods, neighbors and mates
And seen all - same of body, bones and bearings,
Same humans of true virtues and same cognates
For one another sharing same belongings.
But all this oneness like a tattered necklace
Has broken into fragments of odd mobs
By vices of trendy fads and meanness
Of modern day arena's cut-throat hubs.
Can journey of the living earth be boss'd
By humans who are split with diverse dreams?
Aimless is life's progressive course and tossed
Up its existence by our straying memes...
Men are men, one class, women so equate -
God's two Divides; each else a fake syndicate.
-- N. P. SAMAL, POET, AUTHOR, ACADEMIC
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