The Uncertain Tomorrow

Afraid I am to open my mouth
Will rice too be worshipped tomorrow?
Will they slaughter us too
You who slaughter in the name of cows?
Your Holy Tulsi
Nibbled on by worms
Will they be crucified too?

To speak without fear,
To live with no horror
Lurking in the corner
Preying on
WIth its razor sharp eyes
Mistaking my food
For their Holy Being.

Is this what freedom is?
Is this your dream?
Where is the nation that was the most
Tolerant.
Peaceful.
Harmonious.

Heart broken we are, to see,
The Nation we were so proud of
Turn into a carcass, preyed upon by communal maggots
You are but a mere chunk of flesh,
Of the earth
Return to the earth you will
Why rot when still alive?

 

Lining this post to #MondayMusings over at WriteTribe

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Writing to me is therapy, it frightens and comforts at the same time. Liberates like nothing else. A book in my own name is a dream, but a bigger dream would be to write something that haunts the reader even after the last page is turned and the book is shut. I enjoy reading and music, spending time with family whilst battling my social awkwardness.

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1 thought on “The Uncertain Tomorrow

  1. Powerful, especially the last verse. And I agree. Too much attention is given to aspects which needn’t get that much attention, or any attention.

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