Saturday, January 28, 2012

6X3 and RIP...



divides,boundaries ,countries,whole world is in a mess,
they fight over people,they fight over lands,
religions and views,christians,muslims,jews,
hindus,persians all...
dare to raise your voice,die to see it fall...
they curb our voices,by bang of guns,
sitting lavishly in their forts ,caring for none...
they raise hell,yet rule the world...


Immortality becomes obsession,power corrupts absolute
deaf to the conscience calls,blind towards truth,
such a beautiful place,this world we live in,
i heard that gods envy us,they want us to give in,
i guess they would be happy now,we have eased their work,
we cry and kill each other,they watch it with smirk...


why so much hatred,why so much pain,
you came with closed fists,will leave with open hands,
nothing stays forever,neither power nor life,
all that we need is be better and strive..
because at the end nothing else matters,
a 6X3 of land and rest in peace forever...

3 comments:

alka narula said...

oh this was realy nice,very meaningful and love the contemporary feel to it...very nice...i was humming a une while readin it turned it into rap:)
very nice

The Fallen Poet said...

@Alka Narula ji...thanks a lot...i am glad you liked it

Aulawi Ahmad said...

touching words bro, nice poem :)