Of man- a poem by Javed Alam

Of man

Just a pile of some flesh 
dressed up on a few bones,
with some veins and arteries
branching in and out of a pump;

with a little breath
constantly going in and out;
with a myriad of formless thoughts 
due to the action of neurons;

with an insatiable hunger,
for new things, he is often
unsatisfied
with the things he owns; 

with unharnessed desires, 
and a fear of being ordinary, he sprints
on a thousand feet
with an odd cramp of altruism.

Finally his flesh, his bones,
his vanities, his dreams, 
dissolve into the elements, 
disappear into a nothingness.

Perhaps a regular reflection
on this reality
will ease
many of vanities and maladies.

©️ https://www.poeticnoesis.com/