The Vibe In The Air Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Who knows where this strange road will lead me,
If away from my fellow people turning inhumane
Or far from my motherland;
Me feeling choked now for torturing tame
And to the chaos that lingers in the name of caste, colour and creed;
Dividing mankind into fragments and meaningless pieces;

I know how to make my life worth living
I have my mission noble;
I am blessed living amidst the dead humblest divine souls with their numberless liabilities; Handicapping them every second,
Their poverty, hunger, diseases and unloved crimination.

Their friends and families are rare And invaluable than jewellery stones or golds;
God only knows what HE has planned for all;

Living a mundane life gleefully is not enough;
Peace and harmony matter the most at tough,
Without which life would be a new fall,
To be placed with permanency to laugh
And be merry all the way;
Above all forgetting ill wills and ignoble thoughts of ifs and buts.

Wounded humanity now can't move,
For life seems to be a burning hearth
That burns the innocence of the GOD's swarth,
The simplicity of the folks working at a kiln-dried hove.

The serene beauty of a baby doll swaggers in serene air.
The trust of a better half to count
the confidence of the talents resound;
As the earth looks pale under the ghastly clouds,
The obstacles of life hold us tight and mount.
And we are destined to suffer in our cocoons;

Peace for all and harmony be its never failing friend;
Love be the vibe in the air to transcend life;
Bliss to be reaped in the heart of hearts for a thrive;
'WAR 'must be an obsolete word, not a friend;
And Happiness should universally be available for all.

© ® Dasharath Naik