A SORT OF SOCIETY
I could never comprehend how people are,
Some glib and some gnomic;
Either philic or phobic,
Stupes boast and sense pride;
While fulgents remain still afraid.
Thus, I could never comprehend how people are,
Some sneer and snide;
Few subjugate and hide,
All I knew was to trust;
Perhaps that really made to face the frust.
And that’s why I could never comprehend how people are,
In our mortal journey , ofcourse some assist;
And with jealous few resist,
Life is not a piece of cake;
Especially all we face is fake.
Hence I could never comprehend how people are,
All our passions become inarticulate ;
Ergo we say it’s our evil fate,
Either with grief or with pleasure;
Its our levy to restore our treasure
Phew! I could never comprehend how people are.
Some glib and some gnomic;
Either philic or phobic,
Stupes boast and sense pride;
While fulgents remain still afraid.
Thus, I could never comprehend how people are,
Some sneer and snide;
Few subjugate and hide,
All I knew was to trust;
Perhaps that really made to face the frust.
And that’s why I could never comprehend how people are,
In our mortal journey , ofcourse some assist;
And with jealous few resist,
Life is not a piece of cake;
Especially all we face is fake.
Hence I could never comprehend how people are,
All our passions become inarticulate ;
Ergo we say it’s our evil fate,
Either with grief or with pleasure;
Its our levy to restore our treasure
Phew! I could never comprehend how people are.
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The poem reveals the fundamental truth about the society (people), there are people around us with different lifestyles and passions, not all of them support us. Understanding about people becomes a tough stuff,therefore the poem tells some variety of people who come and move with different attitudes and shows the diversty in character.