What’s going on?

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

My mind so mild
My body well built
My soul so soft.

You are very weak
Your eyes deep, dry,
Sunken and sick.

Why me looks well?
Why are you so ill?
We both not human?

Is any one over there
Behind unseen wall?
Give Him a big hand.

For what?
Know not?