Literary Corner :Coaxed ingrate by Sentistev

*COAXED INGRATE*


_They are sages who from their brain and senses,_
_Derive solely their knowledge._
_They are dumbs, dumbs who see not beyond their nose bridge, because_
_From decayed bones, the fulcrum of their knowledge_
_And unproven theories their fountain._

_From apes we evolved, yet_
_This constant change caused not a coccyx to grow._
 _The seat of their thought rubbed with the oil of  philosophy,_
_They say, there is no perpetual being._

_Their sympathy will be empathy,_
_And reprobated they'll become,_
_Their morbidness lurks in their hearts,_
 _Like a garrison of soldiers.And_
_Instead of guiding their feet in the way of peace._
_They thread the wide path of uncertainty and destruction._

 _Who'll save the coaxed mind_
 _And preach to them about the unchanging?_
_Who'll rid the dumb of his convictions_
_And salvage the ingrate from his own undoings?_
_Only the mystery being he strongly deny like Peter can_

_We should tender to the lasting ever, all encomiums,_
_For He's the author of our history, and_
_Someday we'll need an answer,_
_Like every other riddles, which_
_Only the mystery being can provide._

SENTISTEV