as i walk on through the truncated rendezvous and eyes of lies
flickering through pages of stories that live and die inside
a mortuary of pain, love, grief, ache and tears
hardened by the apathy of world; sliding doors of years
succumbing to the reality; the rule of the land
burying righteousness with heaps of corrupt sand
knowing that there shall be no happy ever after
society poisoned by the venom of insurmountable disaster
lord have mercy on the hell that is wrecked
going through the motions with loud silences of thoughts left unsaid
give strength to a world bequeathed with hate
going distant to the emotions of humanity; cursed to its communal fate
louder go the debates; more hurtful the sounds
silent and dead men of morality; living ghost towns
rise; rise for that is the only option left
die; die for what you believe in; reason to exist in bereft
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 