I thought I could save them all.
All the battles; face them all.
An empty flask cannot pour;
A drunken knave cannot cure.
A ward of fatal wails; heal them all.
A million fighters; take them all.
Hungry streets; feed them all.
Empty homes; fill them all.
An unread book cannot enlighten.
A conquered fear is a prerequisite to make others frightened.
Unkissed lips; kiss them all.
Broken hearts; fix them all.
Tears ; i do not know.
Empty stadiums; fill them all.
Empty slogans; ether them all.
Empty hands cannot give;
An empty soul cannot fulfil.
Insight is the only reality.
Acceptance of flaws and personality.
To listen more and solve less.
To save as many as possible; even if I lose self.
Privilege guilt is a selfish concept; a delusion of grandeur; a hindrance to the even flow effect.
The path is obvious; yet treacherous.
Annihilation of the cacophony of the subterfuge.
The struggle to be full; so as to pour.
A self confession and self improvement journey of.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 