Friday, December 23, 2016

Pandemic in a Paradise


Today we have self-propagated ourselves as modern
I write these lines as defiance to the norms of a satanic society
The Devil sows its festering lies upon our children.
Yet, it in itself feasts with the mutilated lives of the people concerned.
In the last few years I had the opportunity to meet intellects of all sorts.
None support any brutality in the name of God.
Because life is a gift to be served and cherished like a cuisine
Made of sliced capsicum, cucumber, tomato and onion,
Baked in the oven of touch, sight, smell and words.
The greatest gift of being alive is the spirituality we imbibe,
By exploring self, consciousness and emotions.
Illuminating us off doubts and vindicating rationality.
I am talking about the genital surgeries carried on without expertise
Its been hitting me hard for several years since I read about it
I won't spark debates diving in religious notions, but I have doubts
We live in a paradise full of dreams. Everyone has their own desires
Why rape a life for the sake of temporary pleasure and no regrets?
Doesn't it make you lesser of kind, judging others for their attires?
We talk and debate things pertained to one’s own choice. Why?
If one finds pleasure in something or loves living in a box. Let them.
Why be the judge of individuals of whom we are not aware of?
Yet, mutilating one's physical trait is unholy, God has said it.
Why do pertain by doing it ourselves, not allowing one to choose?
It's their body, their choice. Why violate someone's privacy?
I have often come across these ideas not affecting me personally
Still I don't to know I read about how lives are slaughtered
And society compares youth as volatile and women as flowers
I feel shocked and start enduring an existential crisis of how to live
Along with these beasts who justifies encroachment into other's life
We as a society must rise. Yes we are not all equal.
Some inherit riches, some are born poor. And our society is fragile
It lives on a lingering line of sketchy rules and fetid regulations
Based on what we say, how we represent we are sorted out.
Misrepresentations are mere forms of deficit of urge to rise.
What is the point for these moments of peace then?
When the world we represent is burning?

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