Oh, how many errors were made
And how little was accomplished…
When you walk through life
And look at everything around…
One irresolvable conundrum:
‘Sellout, lie and backstab people
To gather Power, Money?
Or, maybe better give your conscience rest?’
In order not to be ashamed
For what was done in journey
And don’t have compunctions all the way
Despite of being surrounded by Power, Money
And be bereft of friends when it’s all ended.
But everything in life is very straightforward
And answer conjured up (at least for me):
When going through life and in a process
You need to give right answer
To a simple stupid question:
‘How pleasant it is for you
To look inside thy soul and not to cringe
From overwhelming pangs of conscience
For what was done along the way
In order to achieve All Mighty Power, Money?
And not close eyes in pain, feeling regrets?’
Categories:
irresolvable, courage, life, meaningful,
Form: Concrete
Cajoled for a perfect kill
carnations were ready to jump for creating
a schism between future and past.
Keeping an eye on moon, a bald maiden
blew herself up in howling night
to slay a group of faithfuls.
Irresolvable it seems, a right to weep
for the dead. You don’t care for
living legends. The drones dive to eliminate
a hardened breed; kids run to collect
the regrets. Sky is overcast anointing the
unborn foetuses
Even a temple aches to shift the deity.
The stair collapses. Youths hide behind
kisses of holy books. A shoe is thrown
on the clock.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
irresolvable, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?