Our Paths to Choose

A poem written at midnight.

writer & voice-Tapas Sarkar

Editor-Tapas Sarkar

Silence, silence and silence...

The poison 

Of the Darkness is laughing

At Us today,

Our decorations

Of thoughts, memories and desires are 

At supreme Oblivion;

We are sick, we are weak...

We are just to die.

We are bound...

We are bound 

From rich to poor,

From poor to poor,

We are bound to Ourselves

For a little-big crime by Us;

We are faint, we are impotant...

We are just to die.

Once we worshiped Mother Nature,

We cared Humans, planted trees 

And loved a heifer, such an innocence;

But, the heifer is no more, 

No more 'We' with 'Us';

We are hungry, we are un-milk...

We are just to die.

Today, We experiment 

With our own body

Dividing the bones from the flesh,

When the infected flesh is dry enough to sale

Only, groaning the skeleton

Inside the isolated Grave tonight;

We are ignorant, the society is infected...

We are just to die.

Once, someone said 

That we humans are the superior,

Rather, the selection of the Nature

To grow the Earth.

Yes, we are rich, we are richer andwe are the richest today!

We are strong, stronger and we are the strongest,

But where to go NeXt?

Are we healthy to live?

Are we alive to be happy?

Are we free to walk at least?

Oh! We are weak, we are sick...

We are destined to be died;

We are on the verge 

Of a poisonous sword,

We must meditate on Us

We must decide

Where to stand and where to move,

Where to live and where to be alive,

Otherwise We must be silent,

Or cry without a drop of tear

To be fade and delirious

To be lost in somber;

We must decide by today...

We must decide

Where to move and how,

We must decide

Before the night comes.

totons@30/05/2020

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