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.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2016
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