It’s deeply personal for me,
Water is not enough to quench my thirst; may be
My stewed body needs more than a glass of water; may be
A can of Diet Coke can replace it in the name of futility.
Somehow, something has drugged me my body,
That too in the name of struggle, that they refer life
And proclaimed a civilization on consumerism.
Man is also a good species
It only needs some love and tender.
Far from my courtyard,
Down to his factory
There are never ending trail of futile labour with
The cries in the roadside chugging along,
I have my guts swelled with panic
And it is personal for me.
Different versions of democracies
Different takers of liberty
How it differs with my neighbours
It’s all very personal for me.
There were queues, now
All we have is a partition,
A single partition
But so prominent,
It is no more personal for me.
10 SEC READ The gift of insults
2 years ago
No comments:
Post a Comment