I thought words have some miraculous power to communicate.
I thought human hearts can hear the whisper of eternal love.
I was wrong.
Human body is a better tool.
But religion and some sefish genes kept our bodies and hearts  apart.
I knew religions are weapons of mass destruction and you worship some god who is always merciful to you but malicious to me.
And I know how weapons of mass destruction become a religion.
Your words heal my cancerous thoughts,
yet you chose to play  with the poison and cyanide of whims.

Sadly so this is what you wish:
    Try your best
    your hardest
    So as not
    to be sefish
   To be helpful
   And contructive
All the while helpless
Enabling the self destructive

I remember past
Absolutely fast
No amnesia
With mental media
Remember as a child
Crab apples I relished
My kith and kin stared
But I never shared
No guilt gulping the chocolates
Without offering to classmates
Eating sandwiches
Standing at the beaches
Quite alone hiding from the beggar
Who timidly watched just eager
Sefish was I, yes said the memory
That lingered