Parallel Universe

They talk to me… I take no interest For I like not their likes… When I talk to them--- about angels, and heavens, And about life, magic and things I like They listen not And the boasters, like parrots Start praising their minds… And talk of trivial things Like brands, latest fashion, new model cars and their favorite cigarette They seems impressed of themselves And tell me in hidden words, how better they are than I For they understand the world and know life's art I smile on their faces, but laugh at them in my heart… They know not the truth of life Or they ignore the cry of Truth And turn a blind Eye towards the Reality Or may be it’s a parallel universe they are living in In my world, Moon has strains And flowers wilt young kids play with the debris of their wrecked houses Mothers bury the empty coffins of their dead sons Sons wait for their murdered fathers to bring them food And dughters wipe mothers' tears with their torn clothes How can I celebrate this life...?? They do... They must have got a different world (~Paghunda)