A Burning Question?

Have you ever thought?

The question with which we Always fought.

Who am I or where am I heading?

Have you ever mused, where you are treading?

Living in a huddled world

Which forces us to swirl,

Everyone in their assignation

Thinking only of ruination.

Prima facie we too think the same,

As we have hardly understood the game.

Vitriolic speech has turned us lame,

Leaving us restive not to declaim.

The purpose with which we are born,

Has left us careworn.

Because 'reconciliation' has become a

Forlorn song, making us a greenhorn

But the reality differs,

As we all can trigger,

The apprehensions brewing

In the local's coffee mug.

It's only we who can

Fend for ourselves,

Not allowing others

To stymie thyself.

LET’S bury the hatchet.

And turn over a new leaf.

Get rid of the disbelief,

That we can't find peace.

Just watch your step,

That you may not misstep.

Feel the virtue of doing good,

To withstand the unlikely hood.