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Untamed (Poem-3)




Very often, you'll hear them say
Animals are wild creatures that prey
Who don't have minds, who don't have brains
They'll attack and hurt you anyway.

These speakers are humans, no doubt
Who speak, act and even shout
Who claim that man is an intelligent being
And think the world is blind in seeing
Just what lies are being told
About the events that unfold.

There was a story in the news one day
A man was bitten by a stray
'What a wild dog that was", the man would say
These animals really miss cells in grey.

But what the world oversees
In this poem, I will reveal
You think it's mild, but it is not
"Who is the real villain", have you ever thought?
Well, I hate to break it to thee
But look in the mirror, and you will see.

Once a man was too loud
"Please lower the volume", he found
A man saying, from behind
This angered the man's uncontrolled mind.

What happened next will shock you
In the man's eyes you could see a reddish hue
He clenched his fists and lost his sense
In terms of peace, he'd crossed that fence.
He punched the man in the chest
The victim was advised medical help.

Such brutality in one second or two
Control of your actions is a statement untrue
At least those animals attack men
Only in terms of self-defense.

We call ourselves civilized
We say that we are in control
But, when the situation arises
Anger takes over, man realizes
He isn't quite what he thought he is
For a monster lies within his fist.

Before we talk about those animals
And how they're worse than us men,
Let's consider the obvious fact
"We're also untamed like them."

-Armaan Kothare


Comments

  1. Speechless ! So beautifully expressed.. excellent Armaan !!!

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  2. That is awesome young man !! Very well coined !! Hope to see more such stuff from your end !!! Cheers !

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  3. Wowwww!!! Awesome Armaan!!! A sensitive and a very realistic topic!! Keep writing 👍

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    1. happy to know that you liked it! Keep reading :)

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  4. Totally floored by your effortless ease n translation of thought into poetic coinage....
    Bravo , budding poet !

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  5. Lovely thoughts beautifully expressed.

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  6. Awesome. Such beautiful thoughts and they reflect your sensitive mind too. Well done Armaan !!

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  7. Such a beautiful , well written and correctly perceived piece of art ..just amazing

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  8. I simply loved this poem and cannot believe it that such a young soul can think so profoundly! Am proud of you! Your parents have named you very aptly indeed! Congratulations! Keep reading a lot and ofcourse keep on writing! Dr. Kiran Kharat

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    1. thanks for reading!! I'm happy you liked it :D

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  9. Appreciate the way u pen your thoughts in poetic form, difficult but not anymore to you so keep writing we enjoy .Merry Christmas !!

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    1. Thanks for reading!! I'm glad you liked it, and have a great year ahead!

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