Now this is the law of the jungle
as old and as true as the sky;
And the wolf that shall keep it may prosper
but the wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk
the Law runneth forward and back-
For the strength of the pack is the Wolf,
and the strength of the Wolf is the pack…so goes the prayer and the oath of the wolf pack in Jungle Book. The same must apply to most dangerous of the animals on the planet, but does he know, it is so? Perhaps not.
The crowd has done nothing to reduce loneliness in the hearts.
The abundance of food,the numerous innovative delicacies have not yet satisfied the hungry stomachs.
The variety of liquids, colored,uncolored, spiked and simple have failed to quench the thirst.
The newest of fabrics and the cheapest of them have still not reached the naked.
All the sky scrapers in the world have not yet found home for the homeless.
Packed schedules and tight timelines have not yet killed boredom.
All the prayers and the rituals have not yet brought peace.
Nor has he the spiritual found his island of happiness.
And wealth has not yet earned true love and respect.
Yet,no man is an island.
And he is.