They all think they are the best for the society,
whether the liars making false promises,
or the men with guns and bombs,
engaged in killings,
or the so called scholars delivering sermons
in favor of the killers,
at the places of prayers and worships,
promoting the terror,
and inviting the aggressor.
But I didn't cry.
I recollected the dawns and dusks of the late fifties,
when guns roared for the first time
and these were turned on the poor weak men.
But I didn't cry.
I recollected the days and nights of painful seventies,
when guns were broken and became silent.
And repaired soon,
not for the silencers of the guns,
but again for the poor and weak men.
But I didn't cry.
Every time I saw an old man on the shop of equipment
selling faulty balances at a very high price.
But this time when I see the same old man
selling again the faulty balances,
and killing the principles of natural justice,
I look at the faces of my grandchildren,
I love my grandchildren,
and when I lost control on my tears,
then I cried!
It is a great philosophical write on injustice with the picture of past and present society.10
really heart touching poem- But this time when I see the same old man selling again the faulty balances, and killing the principles of natural justice, ...... and when I lost control on my tears, then I cried! excellent expression
Seeing the injustice and corruption, the pollution and decadence of the times we live, there is reason for us to cry more for the growing generation and the generations yet to come! A thoughtful write!
Brilliantly penned and well crafted write. Loved reading this very touching.write. 10++++++and to my Poem List and the Poet to my Poet List.
What a wonderful piece of work. I was teary eyed when I read this poem. So touching. Very heartfelt write. The injustices of society have deep wounds mostly inflicted on the poor and weak men. But when this wounds are on our family members especially children, we will go down to our knees and pray. and cry that their fate will be changed and be spared from the vicious cycle of injustjce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
double faced exposed with all honesty/meaningful piece