Conflict Poem by Kavya Nair PJ

The turmoil of indecision
Is the path to realization
That the person within oneself
Is trying hard to discover itself
It happens to be a different person
Whose thoughts are unique to its person
The likes of which defines its interior
Which seems to be in conflict with exterior
It wishes to speak out, show itself
But is gagged by the protests of other selves
Questions need to be answered
Explanations are justified
Fails to pierce the ears head phoned
Natural colours of truth visualizes
But artificial colours get compliments
Whose side effects result in blindness
Development is the modern art
Carving out the ancient mural art
Matter can replace matter
But the accuracy is flawed
The ones who detect the trouble
Is embraced with a grumble
The ones who call it destruction
Are shunned by the rest as obstruction
Material, money, modernity
Doesn't mean maturity
The victorious ones are headed
Along with the suppressed
Ones towards the doom dreaded.