POETRY
Immobile
Old man sitting on the old chair,
Wondering on life meaning,
Disturbed by a baby boy crying,
The few meaningful ideas we are discussing,
The symbols of a lifetime suffering,
In silence we feel comforting.
The cycle of life showed me again and again,
How bad the Karma hits to accomplish its agenda,
It doesn’t matter who is facing,
I couldn’t believe this time was your turn,
The principle of Evolving it will win,
It doesn’t matter how hard you try to stop it.
Fear devours the souls until one is left Immobile,
In a non adaptive state of Freeze,
To feel still alive one can start to Fight,
Instead of booking a Flight,
To the promised land of kindness,
Far away from the hypocrisy.
Look for the beauty around us!
