Muashra,
(The Silent Society)
It appears to be silent
And non responsive to your needs
They don't get together
When a man needs money
To marry off his daughter
Or when a poor labourer's son
Is stuck in the middle
And cannot pay his fees.
You will find hundreds in your vicinity
Who lose chances of education
Because they lacked the fee..
How unconcerned and how happy
Are we,
When they are forced to slug it out
Live on crumbs and
When very intelligent of them
Fail to fly in their sky
When you die, and all chatter
Of good or bad ceases to matter
You can hear the happy clatter
Of your cohabitants
Who have no tears but a dig or two
Sharp enough to make you feel
The pinch in your trance
A word of sorrow, on with the dance
It is a beehive of Insensitivity
Lying in wait
For a moment of negativity
Heaving a long sigh of anonymity
Drawing out from within
A few words of sympathy
And then forgetting
All about the small kids and the mother
Who lost their paternity.
It is the duty of God to stand by them.
God is kind, we are His creation,
He takes care of his men.
We enter back into our happy homes
While kitchens in our neighbourhood
Remain cold
The poor lady next door sells her gold .
The little girl shuns her class room
And takes to broom.
They are rushing to the shrines in the morning.
And singing hymns day and night
But found in the wrong
When it is time to turn right.
Rich men, instead of sharing their booty,
Dole out misery to the poor swell.
Try to strip them of their due
Sages and scriptures go to hell.
Dr Jernail S Aanand
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