Imagination

Notice carefully you have one mouth And two ears to talk less and listen to others more But the problem is that what I have listen From the streets and stages Most of the stuffs are Either superstitions or a twist version Or rumours serving the purpose of the conspirators Liar’s hands are made strong by every word The pain of own, people talk less rather They jump up to lecture you what the pain is all about They search not, they read not They just choose the easy option and go on talking The sorry fate of the state is that the thought is not their own Either they have seen on screen Or shown on a slide And start killing the truth like a hired murderer They never care enough To cross check the opposite sides of the events Nor they shift angles to get the different pictures They use their tongues like a machine Grinding what comes in their way or what its master sets it for doing So listen less and read more would have been easily a motto But it can’t, reading has its own blemishes With all types of short comings of talking and listening Think more is the next option left But Alas! You have only one piece of brain That too cannot think in vacuum And the thinking on false knowledge you acquire Leads you again in the same way into a land of astray And you will all wonder to know that I am a victim of all those traitor skills Now what I am left with is only my imagination In dire situation that only acts like a friend to my heart and mind.