The Buried Calmness Poem by Nusrat Perveen

Everything seems perfectly fine,
over the still surface of the ocean
in a black starry night.
But no one knows, what lies within the dark deep waters.

A thousand lives, struggling for existence;
a quagmire of life and death, of procreation and murder,
of killing and being killed.
Everything as balanced as it should be,
for life to go on.
Is this balance, of what it has been said for ages,
as simple as it's been portrayed?

A balance of killing your soul to let your flesh breath,
of being revered and reviled for the same deeds.
Of destroying today to embellish tomorrow,
of dying each moment to live someday.

How long will that balance hold,
the integrity of those pieces,
that's long broken inside the soul?
Will it erupt someday,
making its way through the dark deep shadow,
where it was buried all along?
Exposing the naked truth.
For it was never calm,
not from the beginning!