When They Find You Amoral...!

There were times I thought I was balanced.                                                    

  Fine, let me rescript it. Kind of balanced. 

There were times I thought I was fair.                                                     

 Agreed, let me confess. Somewhat fair. 

There were times I thought I was upright.                                                    

  Okay, let me correct. Fairly upright. 

But those were times!

I am convinced it’s no more the same. Evident and for certain. 

The world now tells me that I am vicious. And I stand convinced

That I am bad. Out and out, poison.

That I am incorrigible.             

A menace to the world.    

What else can I gauge when

My family, friends and other pals

Flood me with thoughts and advice,

With no mission other than to change the beast in me.

They have but just a lofty thought.

To refine me; To mend me; To transform me. 

            For, They are the souls upright.

For, They are the quintessence of balance.

For, They are the paragons of virtue. 

            It is their birth-right. It is their life mission.

To refine me, the Poison. To mend me, the Incorrigible. 

            It’s like a war.

Nay, it is war.

Me, the fiend, on one side.

Them, the genteel angels, on the other. 

                                                 They have declared an electronic war on me.

An assault, a non-stop one.

They keep shooting thoughts so sublime through

Whatsapp, Every now and then.

They cover the ground, carpet bombing me with edifying tweets,

Almost like a train.

They charge, unleashing a jet of mails carrying ideas, inspiring,

Like a convocation of eagles landing on its prey.

Because that is their mission. To deliver me.             

What if they do not get time to grasp the messages themselves?

What if they cannot translate the stirring thoughts into action themselves?                              

 What if they cannot transform themselves? 

Well, we must not misconstrue -

In times of war, is it not fair to keep the enemy alone in focus?

In times of war, is it not fair to keep the object of winning the war the supreme?