Where do we go from here?
Feet on Crossroads with blank stares.
Coughing, bleeding, hurting;
Accusatory, demeaning and hateful glares.
Do we built hatred inside us and let it consume our lot?
Do we panic and pull the trigger? A point blank shot.
Do we turn a blind eye and take refuge in our castle?
Pretty and bright on the outside; inside a torment, a disaster.
Where do we go from here?
Do we take to the streets and color them red.
Go back to our roots: Burning kingdoms and emperors that are long dead.
Do we relentlessly swim murky rivers till we reach shores where we can drink?
Do we find open fields where we can finally sing?
Do we go alone or together?
Do we fly alone or together?
Do we ride alone or together?
Do we find answers alone or by asking the right questions together?
Sipping coffee under shade of trees whose roots were planted eons ago & before us?
Where do we go from here?
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 