We, The People. Poem by Satyapriya Gupta

We, The People.



We crib, we cry,
We hurt, we hide.
We are happy, we are gay,
Our feelings sometime make us pay.

We get into our past,
Thinking it to be a blast,
We try going back to it,
‘Till we realize it’s a false pit.

Humans are we with feelings truly deep,
Hurt it, stab it and we reach the highest peak,
Convinced and ready to end our life,
Behaving like an imbecile and not going with our vibe.

The nice us, the good us,
And we become frivolous,
The bad us, the evil us,
And we turn heinous.

Everything that we crave seems so elusive,
We try to attain it in a manner cohesive.
The world is our platter and we are the players,
Then why do we just sit and not enjoy the layers.

A voice from within speaks the inimical truth,
We find it obnoxious and pray for it to never intrude,
Living the immediate reality has become a tough job,
Being in an imaginary world has its own loss.

We are confused; we are in a stupor,
Trying to overcome our very own fervour,
Fervour to atone, fervour to apologize,
This is the end and now we realize.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rakesh Bedi 10 November 2009

We (ha haha) , the people (a deep sigh!) ..... this is the way i read your poem, dear....a nice one.....

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