A SKETCH OF CIVILIZATION

When I move from pole to pole,
To check men's hides,check their whole.
I find them hard and scary ones,
Are they bears or wolves of the land.

I close my eyes and open my heart,
To search for a friend and search a match.
They blink at my body and tell the air,
Smell my hide and throw my chair.

I brought a scale from divine land,
Found their eyes big and hearts so bland.
Their mansion big but virtues so foul,
To uncage evils like nameless soul.

I flied little high to sketch a graphic,
What I saw more of a divine trick.
Now up in heaven set the sketching keys,
Monkeys for men and men for monkeys.

Paramananda Mahanta