however rude
you may become,
I would never
succumb to the
evil nexus
you people have
against the ones
who dare to dream
amidst all obstacles
amidst all odds,
To free this world
from lethargic slumber,
on thorny beds of ageless Ego,
from the lethal weapons
of mass destruction
that might one day
erase the memories
and imprints of
the great civilizations
for all eternity.
Endless grief buried deepShapes of dreams got a flipAsked for an autumn, but got a Loo.
Spreading ashes of hatred.
So many masters a day.My employer fromThe distant cityWho visits the School-On weekend days,On the day –I often promiseMy dearest wife at homeTo be at herBeck and callTo father my child over thereWaiting all week alongTo listen a songFrom his papaworking elsewhere.I have to please this manTo upkeep my jobAnd income round the yearsecured and…
with the cosmic muse of loveIs yellow in colour
No words to condoleno words to utterto reveal the intensityof painful wavesthat surge withinon hearing yoursad demisebefore one could imagineor apprehend ofa farewell unwanted.
Is it sacrifice or ignorance?
