Poem 42 : Not just yet

Withered autumn leaves

Flew past me

On a dry dusty morning,

I was lost in thoughts.

I couldn’t move,

I couldn’t come out

Of these thoughts,

Which strained my innerself.

Why would we have

to come here just

To hate, to create

these non-existent lines.

Why would we have

To pray, to believe

In something better

When it just meant nothing.

Why would we be

gifted with life when

All we would do

was to destroy it one day.

Why would anything

Be so beautiful

Inside, in thoughts,

In stories, in dreams

When all the reality is cruel.

Why we strive hard

to make a hut

When the storm

would just blow it away.

Why is it always

We end up in

rubble after all

the palaces we build.

Why there has to be

colors, why there has to

be diversity, when all

would end up in red.

Why do you feed

us with berries

When we would

all end up in mud.

Why do you let

us think,why did

You create when all

you meant was to destroy.

Why have you left us

In dark, why do you

roam around unseen,

Why do you hide?

Why can only we

speak, and only

speak violence

When all others die in silence.

Why have kept the

silent ones always thinking

When they are not

speaking anyway.

Are we just walking with

the hope of light

At the end of tunnel,

Will we ever come out?

I may pray

When I am weak,

When I am tired,

But I will not break.

I will dig through,

I will find a way out,

I have not given up,

Not when I come this far.

-          Shashank K D (19-08-2012)