With his false air of supremacy
man just manages to ride a wave
and claims to tame the sea.
Climbing the mountains with all his might
by merely hoisting a flag at the pinnacle
man thinks owning the height is his right
Crouching behind a bush, smeared with ink
he kills the beast with some fancy toy
and assumes he has overthrown the jungle king
Not satiated still, he stoops so low
disregarding her beauty, digs the earth
and loots all the treasures below.
After all this, when he bows to thee
tries to please by his hypocritical words
then how holy can the holy be.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
With his false air of supremacy
man just manages to ride a wave
and claims to tame the sea.
Climbing the mountains with all his might
by merely hoisting a flag at the pinnacle
man thinks owning the height is his right
Crouching behind a bush, smeared with ink
he kills the beast with some fancy toy
and assumes he has overthrown the jungle king
Not satiated still, he stoops so low
disregarding her beauty, digs the earth
and loots all the treasures below.
After all this, when he bows to thee
tries to please by his hypocritical words
then how holy can the holy be.
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