O My Dear Poor Human Poem by Arun Maji

Life perishes,
Dream breaks,
Hope fades,
Love betrays.

Fragile fragile fragile
Human life is agonizingly fragile,
Unambiguously fragile, eternally fragile.
So, we must do
What is undoable.
We must hide our faces
Under many colourful masks,
So that out pains and wounds do not
Come in way of our pride.

We must
Else we would be abandoned
Alone, in darkness of dungeon.
This is what we all learn
As we grow up.

But mask is always a mask.
It breaks. It must break.
Then those of our ugly wounds
Come out
And mock us unstoppably.
And then we cry to painful despair.

O human, o my dear poor human,
Such a ridiculously stupid you are!
You keep doing
What is undoable.
You hide your obviously visible wounds.

Tell me,
Do you really have to do this?
Doesn't each of us
Has same ugly wounds?
Then what you are afraid of?

© Arun Maji
Painting: JWG