Almost every moment,
Someone somewhere
Is narrating a piercing pain
Sometimes trivializing it
Sometimes exaggerating it
But, strife there is
Almost Every moment,
For someone somewhere
As there aint any smoke
Without Fire
But sometimes I feel
The narration is made bigger
Than the pain. It
Intends to enfeeble. Would be
Satisfied to permanently victimize.
But why is it, I believe
That despite, the ‘gory’ Strife!
That the ‘victim’ will rise above
The ashes of the ‘neutral’ narration
And the shame the rest of us
Why is it, that I believe
There is hope beyond bloodshed
Despite war and blood and tears
For tens of millenniums in this world
Why do I believe that this Strife! - is false.
Why do I feel
It is contrived
Fangless
And will die
Its own death
July 28, 2011
Bhubaneshwar
Someone somewhere
Is narrating a piercing pain
Sometimes trivializing it
Sometimes exaggerating it
But, strife there is
Almost Every moment,
For someone somewhere
As there aint any smoke
Without Fire
But sometimes I feel
The narration is made bigger
Than the pain. It
Intends to enfeeble. Would be
Satisfied to permanently victimize.
But why is it, I believe
That despite, the ‘gory’ Strife!
That the ‘victim’ will rise above
The ashes of the ‘neutral’ narration
And the shame the rest of us
Why is it, that I believe
There is hope beyond bloodshed
Despite war and blood and tears
For tens of millenniums in this world
Why do I believe that this Strife! - is false.
Why do I feel
It is contrived
Fangless
And will die
Its own death
July 28, 2011
Bhubaneshwar
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