Wednesday, December 19, 2018


(1190)  Manus manus haraye hunsh

People, your senses having lost,
Where oh where have you gone?
Air and sky getting poisoned,
Made a hell is the mortal world.

You maintain that you are best...
That vegetation, birds, and beasts,
Compared to you they all are less...
Sky-kissing, you proceed arrogantly.
Don't you see time's shadow–
At a rapid speed it does approach
To subdue all your speed.

Due to Providence, the greatest of bodies,
By strength of intellect, the sky it's plying.
Carry on racing from star to star,
Never ceasing, ever unbarred.

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