A common fear
binding the unlikely,
in an invisible togetherness
the edge of the hatred
is getting blunt,
a sapling of love is
rearing its softness
in the eyes of the wise
while the fools are aghast
staring at the blunt weapon
in their hands.
Tag: Leadership
Migrants
Sleepless dreams
barefooted anger
hands to mouth life
that you tore apart
Hapless and clueless
dying questions on the lips
churn in the stomach
clammy palms
up in a prayer
Soul
Tired feet
parched soul
only remains the voice of hunger
in the pit of the stomach
the fear of unknown
locks the cry of disgust
within the throat.
O humans!
Why did you pretend to be the Gods?
Scars
The intellect becomes burdensome
and seeks a logical construct
to validate the emotions
borne off some long lost hurt
then the brazen takes over
creates the havoc
that leaves the indelible scars
on the wounded collective psyche.
The search ends!
Deepsh27 