Supressed
Too see a world, born half dead,
Living with suppressed soul,
Not a worth to be called human,
But surrounding us with foul hearts.
No passion for the life,
No hope of the death;
They are everywhere between us,
With world appearing them as hell
Their black eyes give the depth of pain,
Consciousness lies beneath in the chains.
Not having the feel of liberty,
Every moment passing in vain.
Fight to live, live to earn
Just to get a piece of bread.
Truth & beauty are words of fake
Eternally born for the grave
Where is god of enlightenment?
So cruel, taking grudges on these men;
Weak & timid, they have become,
Always like a foot ridden sand
Hope been there in some eyes,
Someday one can hear their heart's voice.
Comments
I don't like putting the blame on others for whatever is happpenig in my life or even in the nation at large coz we chose it that way and even you have the same approach, anyways no more further comments coz this 'll sopil the mood in which the poem was written
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take care...
Also, if got the chane read, Tagore's 'Gitanjali' , its mesmerizing.