(Sewed together---acrylic painting)
Kitchen running. Cleaning on.
Stomach full.
Kids learning. Peaceful home. Love full
on.
Windows open. Trees on bloom. Birds
joyful.
But life?
A half empty bottle. You fear ‘empty’
That could creep into your thoughts
spreading their silence
To every distinct particle of your
identity, choices, possession.
An absence where your feet couldn’t
taste
The mud and grass and dust of the landscape
That lie beyond your window. A fear
that hunger maybe gnawing many
Without any sympathy. A fear that
the spike in number may leave
Many homes with blank spaces.
Broken.
Yet,
Earth is healing.
Can our greed, pride and ego be
healed?
Can every man/woman have a tree for
a friend?
And every other living being be
treated with dignity?
And lend our ears, our rebellious
ears, to age old prudence?
Quite untrendy?
Old fashioned?
For time being let us stay home
Among man-made things, stuffs, ego
Sterilize our ‘selves’, ponder,
count, worry
And make resolutions, personal developments,
plan for
Next successes, competitions, and
believe ‘we shall overcome’.
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