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Articles: Poetry | The Story Of Humanity
- Ms. shantala kottisa
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The beautiful summer mornings,
The delightful winter afternoons,
The whispering of trees,
The twinkling of stars,
The freshness of spring,
The verdant forests,
Ask me why iam running and where to in life.
The sun shines calmly , but brilliantly,
The moon rises, slowly but surely,
The rivers flow constantly but tirelessly,
The night arrives obediently but tranquilly,
But man runs and he keeps running.
With hopes that surpass his efforts,
With drives that are strong in word and lack in action,
With intelligence that tresspass its very origins,
For countless days in endless ways
He runs and runs and runs.
He cries for those who departed from him
But shuns those who are still with him,
He proclaims of future and its great tides,
But blinds himself to the tide thats present.
With daunting fears and haunting cries,
He runs and he runs and he runs.
Belittling the world that is not him
He kills and slaughters,
Thinking of conquests and blood shed,
The ferocciuous tiger feels ashamed,
For however cruel it may get,
It knows it cannot surpass the hunt of man,
still the sunshines,
the moon rises,
the river flows,
and man runs .....
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