The Slimy Toad

If we sing soothing lullabies to others'pains
Our songs pass through the divine terrains.
Life's purpose is not to hurt others,for gains,
Nor harness the soul,harbouring deep stains.

The body manufactured with an expiry date,
Grows more and more,to physically inflate
Its occupying space,at an encroaching rate;
The womb rues its product's parasitic spate.

But the body is just a weird vehicle on road.
Driven by the dirty desires of the slimy toad
To tally speed with its gallant greed to hoard
All that it comes upon,but cannot justly hold.

Each body sees the other as stumbling block,
While the toad like brain jumps over,as jock,
Belittling the design of the space,drawn for all,
With a bullying tactics of making others small.

The world is not a maneuvering stage to perform
Acts to bulldoze the weak,like a boisterous storm.
There is enough space for all to spread their wings;
It is the trick of the dirty toad,that twists the slings.

P.Chandrasekaran.