You’re tired of thinking,
Just want to go away,
On a moonlit ship,
That no one can sway,
In an absurd world,
Of untruths that prey,
Upon your sanity,
In a political way.
So tired of arguments,
That just aren’t true,
Throughout History,
It seems, Nothing is new,
At the foot of the Forum,
You hear a Patrician say,
‘I have a mental club,
For you all, today’,
‘People, don’t speak,
Don’t think, just go away,
And don’t come back looking,
For the Democracy,
We’ve taken away’
Individuality,Each poem a gem,With its ownPersonality.No two,Ever the same.
If we’d know right from wrong,If instead of teaching hate,We taught Love, instead,And crime did not mutilate,All those that it has bled.
It can so well capture the moments,That in us refuse to die.
It’s verses soft petals,Looking for more room,Blooming notions,Thoughts that settle,And express,The heart’s own tune,In full bloom,Reaching for the moon.
The broken hills,Of no tomorrow.
Words can waken certain feelings,Feelings that cannot be heard,Silent feelings that erode you,As a Stone blasted by Sand,With a pain so deep inside you!You can’t even understand.
