Poem i
- Pierre Smith Khanna
- Apr 27, 2014
- 1 min read
So many men fighting for justice
So many women,
Fighting for peace
Have I imagined them all along?
Look at these women,
Demanding equality
Look at these men striving for freedom
Why is my child bereft of their presence?
...
All around us, humanity sings its sweet melody
Boy here is helping his brother
Girl there dances under the cherry tree
But the radio isn't tuned-in to their frequency
Where has belief fled to?
It left mediocrity in its stead
The passion our souls bred,
Through synthetic pores
Seeps
Can you keep a genii in a sieve,
Blame and not forgive?
Sullied water we rinse in
No detergent can evince
As the drinker said to the prince:
I do it to forget
That I do it
Stifled is our battle-cry
By a commercial's lullaby
We must learn to forgive ourselves, for our alcoholic lives
Guilt shame and self-pity give way
Enter self-respect, awareness and awe
Revel in your own existence, rekindle that spark in your eyes!
Oh how beautiful you are, blemished being of light!
Fear not the slope to the mundaner
You are not mundane! Climb higher,
Descending is always harder on the knees
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