Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Walls in My Land

The walls are trashed with posts
And they all demand an answer
Whichever direction I look
I see questions, but not one answer.

Is there no one, no one at all who can stand up
And state things as they are?
Is everybody trying to hide
Behind the questions they put up?

My country, you have thrown your soul
Into the dark waters of Ganges
People sink deeper beneath people;
And this land will sink too, leaving no trace.

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