The meaning of “Man”


vikas chandra

Who stands once more, in the queue, to face?
A full-blooded man, a half-hearted chase
What histories taught, but forgot to tell
That man made to last, till the time’s death knell

Once the Adam of bygones, is the Maker’s envy now
Beyond mortal frontiers, who pushed, his instinct’s vow
Though beneath, that skin, is the same brittle soul
Doomed to pay forever, manhood’s terrible toll

Yes! Obsession! His being, his only tool, his creed
A trillion miles beyond, has touched, this dogged breed
Alas, the same passion, his unmaking
More war than love to make, that fanatic’s undertaking

Is art his muse, or man, a myth of art?
Galore his flairs, beholden to beauty, his heart
Yet, penury, the true shade, of his core
Lord bequeathed him, a wasteland, nothing more

He is the one Almighty, or at least, he thinks so
What arms, fail to win, he buys out…

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