No Offence Meant
No Offence Meant
There is a problem with our generation
A problem of gravest kind,
We do take a lot of offence
Like a stupid, without a mind
When somebody cracks a joke at us
Or gives us a piece of advice
We take offense at everything,
It's elixir of our noxious life.
It seems that offence is "Avant Garde"
Our generation's Life-Line;
We drape ourselves and fall in love
With offence in our offensive minds
Does this all come for free??
For it flows in air, all around.
And even if things doesn't sound so bad
We mould it into offensive chimes
Offence at words, offence at gestures,
Offence at every trivial stuff,
Our pride has clouded "The Conscience"
Only offence can make; our chest puff
But what really made us like this?
Is this an evolutionary sign?
Or we have made our mind so small?
Enclosed by ego Divine!
Are words and actions really offending?
Or do we see them through our cataract eyes?
Are we really offended by others?
Or by evil that within resides?
Let's make our life a bit simpler
Let's enjoy these offence in life
Let's make them gentle, calm and cool
Like a stream in rocky ravine!
Let's make a fence for offence
To keep it at bay from life
And raise our souls above the board
To cut ourselves loose from strife.