
Hey guys…!
Its been so long that I posted something new after my first article…well, its kind of funny I guess!
So, this time I would like to script out a rather tricky poem (might be senseless to some…well, pardon me if so…). I phrased it while I was travelling home in train for my holidays and had by chance got a window seat. Unlike every time I travel by train, watching and enjoying the serene beauty of the nature running past behind me, that time what drew my attention was the scientifically laid stones and perfectly aligned rails. But what was so catchy about them then?
Well, I guess you would find that out soon!
Guys, you have every freedom to interpret it in your own way!
And so, here it goes:
THE SUPPRESSION OF THE OPPRESSED
Some are smooth and shiny
While some are rough and rusty
Though they are connected
By some dead wood
Or some hard concrete
They are apart…
The load that runs over them,
The deafening cranky noise they suffer
The consistent suppression
And their breathless existence
Are shared only by some stones…
With their so loud a silence
It is the frequency of wicked thoughts
The load of overloaded ego
The suppression of dictatorship
Of which they become the victims
Why , why should they continue to serve
Those nasty creatures?
Travelling here and there
With purposes known only to them,
Be it good or bad,
Possible just because
They have some paper notes
Which lose or gain its value
On behalf of those creatures’
Wonderful marvels?
But sometimes they are paid back!
With topsy — turvy trips,
Dis-apparition of a singular rail,
Favoring its own comfort
In the cool water blanket…
It is the nasty people
Who need to rethink about it
’Cause this will continue-
Unless they repair themselves…