Aback and disconcerted
She abandoned her native
Abasing and abetting was all that was going on there...
The ruthless mankind,The abhorred rituals,All had repelled her..
Nothing was satiating,Everything was bitter..
She found it hard to understand...
How can man's intellect be so absurd,
How can he refrain from learning the good,
All this was so hard to assert
AbusesAddictionsAgonyAgitations.....
All were eating up the humanity...
It seemed as if life would not never proceed.......................
.......And so she leftand left for the good...
In her quest for a better place,
She left that abbatoir...
far behind her...
Looking for a free space...
In search of her balsam,
She braved all storms, every hail;
She knew that she had to take back the goodfor those tortured aborigines...
But...her search would never end
The barefaced evil was so barmy....
Wherever she went..
she found the ugly head of the bad....
and then she despaired...
how could she ever find her basil
She understood,she had to return
Return to her homeand
Speak for the dieing intellect
Speak for the goodness..
Oh she was so bemused
She came to know that she can never find the sun on the soil
She understood that she now has to toil
To make her men understand the worth of their lives
To teach them the better use of their knives
She now stopped to bemoan
She was ready for her benediction
But..............no........... she was late
The mankind was already.......on the verge of Extinction..............
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