Our images frighten us.
We curl up,
Imaginary safety net drawn.
We hide,
Behind a facade,
A charade.
We wait,
We wait.
We wait
And pray some more.
We had hidden
Our true self well,
Only to carry
The self inflicted scars
Hidden.
Littered corpses,
Road-kills,
They resurrect
To derail a well planned future.
A future protected well by
Those we will serve,
By sticking to laws
Written by men,
To be manipulated
By our own.
Hearts darkened
Do not reflect
We drown truth
In a sea of affected dignity.
I will be off for a couple of weeks starting Friday. No computers, so not sure if I shall be able to post. Be back by last week of October.
Beautifully reflective of human nature and thought-provoking.
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Thank you.
The poem is a reflection of current events going on here.
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And may I ask you where is here?
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USA
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Thank you, Pranab. I have gone through your poem again. Now I understand it more within this context. I have been to the USA a few times. My favorite place is the San Francisco Bay Area. Love the place and have friends there. I have a poem about some important historical events of last year. It also talks about the USA. A work colleague says I wrote a historical chronicle in the form of a poem: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/09/22/ode-to-trumps-vanity-et-al-2/
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I will read and let you know.
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Thank you.
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