This inescapable journey of unfolding secrets
Revealing, rewarding and punishing too
I see confusing paths and their various outlets
But, caved in, I’m helpless as time goes through
The trails of glitters, allurements and artifice are there
Superimposed in shadows of lust and vanity
Buried are the remnants of piety and prayer
So are the passages to wisdom and sagacity
Trust and honesty are swamped away
Fleeting epics of martyrs’ earnest cries
Contemporary clichés are all they convey
While we gaze at the pyre as sensibility dies
Life goes on: immutable, this condition
Acceptance becomes the commoners’ tool
Expectation: the unattainable luxury of our tradition
The time tested and prevailing rule
Rivers and grains went dry, and so did light
Thirst became an orchestrated ritual
We dealt with the loss like any other plight
And, made our indifference habitual
Time changes and so does trend
Inhumane desires now mark our feelings
Nature’s laws are now for all to bend
Yet, we pride ourselves of new beginnings
Even the blues give birth to dark that sparkles
Supple greens, too, feed the maturing seasons
Playful hues of tranquility and wet sprinkles
Nature: parity for all its denizens
Why then are fissures and schisms around?
Why do we choose separate paths?
Have we lost love and common ground?
Or, is conceit our religion and good men outcasts?
A simple man of probity is left to fight
A tempestuous whirlwind of questions within
Where are justice, compassion, consideration and rights?
Or, is this to be our reality defined?
Forgive me if I condemn these acts
For, I refuse to shrivel to this pointless upheaval
I would rather choose to be a strange man in a strange land
Living among stranger people