As my soul soars, higher and higher
I look down below, amused,
At all the mourners crying, wailing
Some genuine, some fake
Crying for pretense’s sake!
My journey
into the realm yonder
Has only
just begun!
I think of
my life, its ups and downs
My near and
dear ones
My friends,
my comrades;
Still
strapping bombs to their bodies
Fired by,
what I now rue,
False,
misled ideology
Tomorrow, their limbs will probably lie askew,
Ripped apart by fanaticism;
As mine lay, just hours ago!
Was it worth
it? I ask myself,
Being a pawn
of zealots
Who have
nothing to lose, but a bomb?
Mine will not be a revered tomb
But only an unpleasant reminder
Of inhuman deeds, avoidable tragedies
Of a life wasted, chasing an illusion!
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The copyright of this poem is with Mrs. Priya Ramesh Swaminathan.
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