Poetry

Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
“seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you ?”
It questions
simple and straight.

“Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.

So
Are you dead ?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet,”
whispers my mirrored friend.

“Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity.”

“Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don’t dump into dustbin
God’s own creations.”

“Being humane you can’t be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed.”

“Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion ,love and giving
should only be my goal.”
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
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