paradox of morality in the convicts lies
guns blazing off in hands and tears in eyes
sermoning as life is summarised
before the end; there is end of pride.
hills of the night.
darkness, cold, snow and no lights.
ice is the heart; ice is the truth.
i lose hope; i have insight.
drugs in my veins; alcohol in my breath.
smoke in the air; orientation i forget.
love what i lost; love what i found.
my world is the earth going round and round.
war and gore; blood and guts.
Sons lose innocence; sons shot go puff.
in the dreaded reality that is today.
when will we say it is enough?
trump; modi; orban; sharif;
hand in gloves; fascism and greed;
people wake up: realise the tragedy
truth and freedom required is not free.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 