Quite Reflections

Hey! Human spirit speak You can’t, for I know you are weak “Can I see immortal love? In this heart a mortal alcove.” You question in similar manner Helpless, all alike carry this banner Condemned prisoners kept in cells. Boards inform the day of their death bells Like rocket launching, the day decreases Proportionately one’s pressure increases Fractions of a second fade bit by bit Finally such souls travel to an unknown orbit Even before the death sentence is executed, Fear, its icy hands the task has completed, Those supposed hard-core criminals Who have considered worthless their rivals. For some eyeballs are pushed up. Whilst others lay like a paralyzed pup Even before encountering death, in reality Innumerable deaths already faced virtually. No better are we from prisoners like them For each day offers us something glum While prisoners are branded “condemned” Pity! The brander is another prisoner “unclaimed” Fact remains that we all wear an insignia Unknowingly as victims of this human mania