Humanity-----Not audible
..............The thirst of mankind


Took a paper laid
On a rock table
Images of a tiny bicycle
was the trade

The rider was gone to a world
unknown to many
As a carriage of human vices
Exploded out of a cone

The horns of the cycle
Were invisible to all
As they got drenched
With the stains of man's debacle

A debacle of his own self
That was a spectator of his doom
A cannibal who is a victim Of his own shelf

A minute error
Causes civilizations to blaze
Which brings all to daze
Into an endless furor

He who slays
Never does his conscience reconcile
With his own self
Even afer innumerable days

Its not a human
Thats blown apart
Its a race-the human race
That is being shun

Shun by its deeds
And actions that last
As pain in memories
own as seeds.

Its the act
That brings the fate
To stand undivided
For the fall pact

Why are the blue clouds
not dear Than the land so dusty clear
For the fight of posession
Which is more near

Why does a heart feel so glad
For the flesh of its own
Cant it find the similarity
Of its own and own clad

Is the essence of blood
More sweet than the flowers
For the sake of which
Tears flow as flood

Is the value of affection
A mere compassion
In front of the endless woes
Of bombs and battles

Is the music of life
A bane to one's ears
That it gets slashed
By its own peers

Does the rhythm of water
Be heard in the sinking weeps
Of a mothers loss of her
That echoes from the site of slaughter

Does mankind serve a witness
To its own grave
That is being dug under him
Without a mist of senses

Will the thirst of fame
And possessions of life
Be quenched By drinking
The blood of the same ........................The thrust of the thirst