The Chair Reserved For Truth Poem by Suhail Kakorvi

An attempt new-
Revolution seems to peep from it
Is it a dream?
Or day dreaming?
But it is taking shape
Something is laboring to be born
Rising high is the ambition of everyone
But getting down that too down to earth
Is rare for its not easy
When chair of honor
Has no power
To deny its rightful claimant to sit on it
Look chair is placed upon the earth
Made by common man
Because nothing can come into existence by itself
Must hear the mysterious voices of the earth
Its clay burns
Every particle sobs
And one must know
That it rends its chest
And allows prosperity to flourish in human life
It possesses treasures
And above all it is the final abode
So oh! Common man feel the miseries of common men
Restraint is needed on atrocities
Wear not crown even if it is made by flowers
Because presence of thorns cannot be denied
Fabric is always better
For that eventually covers body
Function reliably
Your base should be sincerity and truth
If you mean what you say
Earth would enrich you with bounties hidden
So remain down to earth.
Rays of hope are visible
First success predicts that brightness can emerge
I, as a common man cannot call it hoping against the hope.