Neel Nirzon

Rookie (Kolkata)

The Trap - Poem by Neel Nirzon

and still those bulletins eating the sunday leisure
blessed with marvelous lines and hope....
design and promise.....
tears and terror......
prearranged in cabinet meetings,
shapes my days for histories.

beyond the good time and bad times,
beyond the success and failures,
beyond the war and peace,
we march on our high hopes....
we listen with our patience,
we believe with our eyes blind folded.

the presence invisible of power and greed.
the presence invisible of
threat and fear.
the presence invisible of
blood and death.

keeps us inside the trap.
keeps us alive to witness the story.
keeps us within the range of manipulation.

oh sweet heart let me hold your hand
time is breaking down in between you and me
for we want to touch each outhers belief
to believe them planning inside the wealth of power to set the trap for us.
for us.
for us.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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