Man's thought, none can fathom,
Many times, it loses its rhythm,
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It skips, runs and makes jumps,
Cruel ideas, it smartly dumps,
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When it plans for somehow winning,
It secretly decides to do sinning,
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Joys of others give it hurt,
It plans to throw lot of dirt,
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Hitting job, it cruelly does,
With love, it won't bless,
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Anger and hatred are its tools,
Envy and jealousy, it pools,
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Cruelty is its one and only weapon,
Which, with rage, it will sharpen,
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Smile and laughter are to it unknown,
Only severe irritation is by it shown,
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Snake is inferior to man's venom,
Man betrays by acting like a chum,
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God alone must come to save,
God only can make us brave!
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M V Venkataraman