Parallel World
Ah! This world!
This Eliotic world!
All the Dubliners!
I went on crying;
“Let me breathe….let me breathe,
Please…”
Definitely neither suffocation is my destiny
Neither the driven depression!
I was exhausted of waiting.
It was soul-hunter!
It was going to suck my soul and refuse me.
Would the rain betray?
Would the rain betray?
A smiling giver heard me passing by:
“It’s your world man;
I am giving you a parallel world.
Good luck!
But don’t thank me!
It’s your anti-depressant.”
Ah! The utopia!
So long heard but so long unseen!
Aren’t you gifting me a smile?
Oh! Certainly “a” doesn’t make a sense!
Numerous is the magic word!
But …but there is something!
The smiles are smileless!
So then …then…
Only tears can make a smile!
This utopia is similar in lacking!
Do you want to know?
It lacks sadness!
This divine world is a million dollar deception!
The best indeed!
Being back to my programmed life,
I met the smiling Giver,
“Isn’t it your best suited life?”
“No!”
It was my turn to smile back.
“It’s all the same!
Whether you erase smile or erase sufferings,
I suffer.
We suffer.
That’s it!
But…you know one thing?
This knowledge is freedom.”
I smiled and smiled.
Copyright © Umme Salma Alam | Year Posted 2011
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