All the paltry pressures of life
Smiling breeze through
Left undeterred on its way
Far from its height
Oft no involvement
Drastic detachment
Keeps balance
Am I loosing sensitivity?
You may question….
Guess yes; the swords driven
Into the region of the heart
Digging into the vital part
Once too oft!
Left now in non emotional range
Of life; one simply sees
Actions with its sequence
To its anticipatory bail
The crooked mind
Far from near
Pilots not life
Yet this awareness
Makes proactive moves
Instinctively
Man negotiates
This the twenty-first century
In roaring rage
In pressured pilgrimage
The idol is paper mesh
The devotion in capricious catchments
Science and man’s brain
In critical examinations
Score well with stimuli
Anomaly is regular
Freaks bid higher
Courage is victorious
Means deplorable
Ends expandable
Yet the sensitive feelings of love
Roam the privileged gardens
In private hearts survive
Love the softer face of every man
All the paltry pressure
To what end? ? ?
Simply to remain a survivor
Of ruthless situations
With adroitness natural
Survivor synonymous experienced
Keep your Cool! !
The need of this critical hour!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
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