THE ASHES WERE SWEPT

So,I sat in my room 
Ofcourse 
Not mine , 
But for the privileged ones .
So I pay to sleep.
And heavily.
Then I wondered where the ashes went.

So, how about the days 
When the fathers had to plan for their boys
And ofcourse find perfect men
For their girls.
So that the cycle moves.

So, how about the days 
When mourning was a community matter. 
But as per now ,
actually can not describe it.
Not because mortality is no more
But beacuse immaturity is more.

Who talked about the righteousness we had?
Ofcourse no one
Because righteousness is now a shame to many
We pretend not to see it
So that we do what we want.
Ofcourse we can't be ashamed
Because we follow the trend.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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