Land of Mines
Hidden behind the closed door, the sound of loud voices
Piercing through the wood, comes into my ears
I sit numb in the periphery of fear encircling me from all angles
A cry from somewhere inside me buried, comes out
Followed by a tear finding its escape outside in open air
Really do they care? Those humans on the other side
Fighting over their issues, building hatred in their minds
Souls of them, consumed in anger, burning and fuming
And fueled by how they cannot sort out their indifferences
What fault shall I find in my fate, living in the land of mines
Every other day just as hateful as the one gone by
Then how won’t I fear a little joy, passive, appearing
As per their delight and they assume me to be a puppet
Their child, only child, a possession to dance on the tunes
Of their changing moods, faltering as sky changes color
As I begin to question my existence, the door opens
And out comes the creators of my crushed soul.
