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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The proverbial all pervading calm and inner peace, Stability is what we choose to call it- to earn greens, To eat them, to share it or to control it. So escapable Yet, always avoided. The veil of contentment ever So fallible. Moving from thatched roofs to brick and mortar, Crawling from unleavened bread to croissant and From the hard cold ground to the fluffy bed of roses- We cry, we try, we fall and we die, but then there's This small moment of rise. Unseen, often unfelt, unknown and yet mildly present. The only pure drop of human essence that is- but a drop; Yet, if embraced it presents enlightened apes with wings to Soar beyond the cutlery and the bed and diamonds and Roofs. Its there but never yet... Why do I the naive poet type my verses on this machine? Why does the rickshaw puller not opt to buy a higher Mechanism of sustenance? Why do you think of conquering The space while the same increases in light years between us? Where is that drop? That essence of intended genetics? Or maybe intended is what we make of it. Individual freedom And the consequent 'progress' or digress. A place where graffiti Almost topples the la politica and, deaths of millions and voices Of the troubled are channeled like the AM frequency. A drop to Each one of you dear mortals! Breathing free sans the fear of someone at the door, sleeping In peace sans the unrest within, listening to the wind without A play button to press and walking the muddied path without The cacophony of horns. Some of the things we inherently want When the body is born naked. Then? We grow up and down and up again like a spiral. A Careful reduction of the equation that wasnt meant to be a Circumspect effort. I equals to human so you equal to? Oh wait! There's a square root on top... Tough luck child. That drop is there somewhere but we are reduced. We grow up but never grow back! © Malyaban Lahiri
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