Sonnet: But Man Is Wretched

The famished crow picks up the grains of rice,
Found in the drain-water near the kitchen;
Sometimes, it gets ripe fruits to eat, so nice,
Yet, takes much cleaner water than most men.

The parrots green need fruits and nuts to eat;
At times, they eat whatever seeds, they get;
They don’t complain despite the summer’s heat;
They never curse their Maker, fume or fret.

Disgruntled Man is never contented;
He tries to eat those things he should not eat;
His life is not what God has intended;
He eats all things-mud, dirt, insects and peat.

Thus Birds behave so sweetly ‘midst their strife;
But Man is never satisfied all life.