some unsaid part of me is long gone; unknown.
defeated at the defeat of words that should have been said.
smiles are a subterfuge; a recuse to the endless abuse;
abuse we took silently and violently;
11 years of corrupting each system we evolved over 75 years.
each sad thought a reflection of the minute: life; of the macro: society.
fundamentalists of all kinds destroying the fabric of society.
resolve is unlikely; fight.
death is a certainty; rise.
the zeitgeist is sadness; change.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 