The Diurnal Discourse

The diurnal spotlight,

The rolling ripple

Plead to cease our daily fight;

We’re paltry people.

Were we born just to others defame?

Why do we make the simple cry?

Mankind seems to be only a name;

Our benefactors we do try.

The sun gifts us life and light;

Yet, we as if have to be ingrates;

Do we need peace or love to fight?

Our beastly entity reverberates.

Things positive we can rarely digest;

We are full, too full of inhumanity;

Immoral beings, our heads we do rest

On the bosom of heartless insanity.

Who can help us in this regard?

We never recognise the genuine gem;

The sun shines bright and tries too hard;

We, still, look for scopes for causing mayhem.

The Inevitable

Whenever I try to approach,

There does come a hindrance;

Riding on Destiny’s cruel coach,

I’ve forgotten joy; I can’t dance.

The complexities of this world

Intertwine me from every angle;

The innocents are in fire hurled;

They have to become nude shingle.

How long do we have to be

Singed like this as if in Limbo?

Allow not win Destiny;

We are poisoned, are never let to go.
 

I feel so asphyxiated

That I forget who I am;

When we feel exhilarated,

We never rue; we remain sham.

It’s our fault indeed, our defect

To treat all others unkindly;

One day, everything must reflect;

Light and murk we behold blindly.