Cold rises from north and sun in the east,
In every heart I could see a beast.
Nurtured from birth, priviledged at youth;
Even old age allows upsurging of this black truth.
Some are silent monsters, while some are aloud;
Relatively best is one who never feels proud.
Then there are some venomous creatures,
Almost disguised, always on loose for destroying fixtures.
Little do world reckons their malign acts;
They are rather praised, bestowed, suppressed are their real facts.
It's high time to correct human tendencies;
Building good ones, destroying the gremlined agencies.
If somebody is a saint, must be a real one;
Not one who huggles with god for every desire under a clan.
Life is not only meant for self enjoyment, O! man;
As it also means Lot Is For Everyone.