What Happened To Me Poem by Arvind Srivastava

What happened to me was not justified
People associated with management are generally not kind
They are busy saving their fake dignity
They shuffle words like cards
They are in collusion with each other
Translation of my language is like a puzzle for them

My soul was the testing ground for human tragedies, there was no traffic control board on this road

Amidst all kinds of restlessness here
There was complete official silence there
For the battlefield any rules and regulations were useless

The things I have bought from the restaurant
I will bring them home and give them a new shape
I will drench them with many absurd things
Even while taking responsibility for myself
I will be under accusation, fighting a silent war
Our whispers go unheard

The kindness inside me is dying

Look, you should never meet me
The tears in my eyes have dried up now .
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©Arvind Srivastav