The Fault Line
Why, even if Earth suffers tremors
Even if fault lines appear here and there
Shaking us, jolting us to wake up to our own reality
We only care to see the beauty of life
We only care to see to our selfish desires
We only care to impregnate our selves with more mundane gains
So as to please our ego
So as to feel content and up to the level
Pray, life stands on fragile grounds
Any time, a fault line can crack
Move and shatter our lives
Break us down and cause us to realize our dummy positions
Dummies we are, puppets, ruling not our own lives
Rather, living we are, submissive to life the way it is
Living though, as if we master it
But living and taking the time to be thankful
To the little joys that life bestows on us
To the warmth we enjoy in our beings
To the smiles we are able to share with the world
To everything that make our lives worth living
To everything, in fact, that cause us to want to live more
Or to live again, after our demise
Why, life is so beautiful, when played it is, on an acoustic piano
Life, is so beautiful, when sung it is, as an opera
Life, yet, more beautiful it is, when it is made into poetry
Yes, poetry, strong enough to make us forget
That life stands on fragile grounds
That anytime, anywhere, the fault lines may cause a quake
And break our dreams, tear down our airy castles
And will us to wage with life, daily battles
Yes, life and its fault lines, mysterious forces, powerful rulers of our selves
To them we do have no option other than to bow down to!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2016
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