BLINK
I stand in front of the broken mirror.
My eyelids touch the ground, grounds of bitter reality.
Leading to a blink , emanating jitter.
My memories float like a eagle in the sky,
They paint the picture of my country
Not as pure as it once used to be when 'free’( free from hate),
During my childhood , when a b-mob was not meant to be a bomb, (b : bright)
Rather a symbol of succour and vigour.
Consequently, hardly I reveal my identity.
As now The vessel is filled with agony, poverty and greed.
Where do I stand as a human?, a question piercing through my creed.
As I continue to stand in front of this broken mirror
I feel no patriotism is required for a country
If we had never made one, at least god didn’t.
Maybe petty to you, but On the door of mosque I have seen a Hindu pray.
At the temple experienced the hungry muslim cry.
And everything was silenced when Finally,My mother, nature took them in.
Many submerged in her soul, many in her arms.
And we as a brother fail, is this the ship of humanity we sail?
Entangled by the epiphany of the mirror(broken) being representative of me in worst ways.
I could comprehend that the blinking is now no more an instantaneous scientific phenomena.
For me blinking is toughest thing to do,
Because it bellows lament in one go.
So if you blink now I hope you feel that mourning too.
If you did, I promise ,It will be most painful blink which you ever had.
Hence,If you felt the pain circulating,
Lets join hands to make this world a beautiful place.
Politics and religion must not steer your outlook
When hunger and insecurity are the important chapter from the book.
Lets build A heaven out of blasphemy and ghoulish acts.
Where smiles buy happiness, money don’t.
A place where your children blink to be nostalgic, to vaunt.
