Self Burning
I slip into a circle
Or a circle becomes my surrounding
With certainty i can’t tell you
Now I feel the avoidance
The criminal negligence
And the cruel apathy
From the vibrant neighbours
Eating, sleeping and hoarding
Laughing at the cost of dignity
To tell spade a spade
Against the piece of drabs
And inspire someone
Striving for the best
They all are brave enough
To nourish the sycophant
But too coward to face this fool
Hammering on with words
Their inborn follies
Being a narrow minded
On caste, religion and race
They behave like they are
On the tip of an apex
But they are really small
Like a speck of cloud
Floating in the lap of
Vastness of endless space
Yet they feel proud of
For their being born
In a house where
Only meanness grows
For the blood they carry
In their swollen veins
Though it is not blue
Yet they go arrogant
With stubbornness of a mule
With mulishness of a wild goat
They will reach nowhere
Whereas I will rise
Like the sparing smoke
As I know to burn myself
Alone in the fire
In the hearth of all indifference.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2016
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