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Homo sapiens
With trembling hands I hold on
Wondering where the sanity has gone
Should I influence the thinking of all?
Or spend time pondering if it’s my call
The clock keeps ticking; the hours keep stretching
The mind swings with tempers, strange dreaming
The limbs entangled in the web of troubles
Makes each step taken too much of a struggle
I lean-to all the worldly likes of you
Finding the truth keeps us few;
Sheltering the troubled beings within us
Blemished strings of affection to fuss
From obscurity spreads the courage to break loose
Held to the legend of trumpets signals truce
I break asunder the spirit free
To stand beside you to ornament the ancestral tree
By: Shashi Moore
Poet's Corner 