Man can be a wonderful priest
Or he may turn into a cruel beast
It depends on his chosen feast
He crucified even Jesus Christ
Sometimes he thinks like a god
At times he becomes the greatest fraud
He may be the lord on earth
But he will never escape from his death
He miraculously entered space
But he kills most heinously his own race
Shakespeare adored man for his grace
Even the minutest bacteria he can trace
Man always suffer from his original sin
He often thinks of his kith and kin
He might have reached the moon
Even may get to the unreachable sun soon
He will never conquer nature
And know about his own future
He should know God’s ever lasting feature
And have unshakable faith in His delightful stature
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A very fascinating discussion. I enjoyed this contemplation. Also, the Lord says, "man that is in honor and understands not is like the beasts that perish..."
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