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By Surya Vishwa
Do not say I slide Or slip Or quake Do not bring to me The falsity of your protection Within your endangered bricks That is within my reach To tear like paper Your empty words Enshroud me With promised Wellbeing As you destroy my heart As you fell Each other For swathes of my bosom Which you wrap with The territorial fabric Of your greed To own Patches of my body To demarcate, fence, wall off Strip, evict, imprison, kill The other who wants Nothing But to live With me in happiness To live Just as you want In happiness But you scavenge for freedom For the good life Of laughter and the food That I grant But do unto them What you do not wish Done unto you Oh human, you puny collective Of atoms That will not last a fraction Of my time Think What is it You preach In exalted pulpits Who authorised You to still life Even as you wish for my body To live upon To own To raise a flag upon What kind of happiness Can you seek To build homes On mountains Of torn flesh What kind of patriotism Can you fathom? To sing your anthems With the orchestra Of silenced breath To me You |
Are all the same I do not care For your pious Pomposity Your petty identity You are all greeted by me At birth Nameless Creedless To live free To let others live Free The faith I bestow on you Is the humanity Of the dew bathed grass In which hides the grasshopper Waiting to snuggle In the golden blanket The sun would spread Upon the sweet smelling Blossoms That lures the butterfly From its cocoon That offer nectar To the birds Who sojourn the sky Singing praise Combing my green tresses In their flight These Are your gifts To live, love, enjoy I am the earth The prayer The life The faith The tomb The witness Of your choice To sift through love And choose Hate So do not Say I slide Or slip Or quake Say I mourn I mourn I mourn Your abominations Your educated Stupidity Your technological Criminality Your scientific Backwardness Your patriotic wars Your pious Profanity I mourn I die I rant I rave I die Do not Say I slip Or slide Or quake |