Monday, June 11, 2007

A Strange Preparation

In this world of mine
I get up
In the morning
I see that
All the people around me
Are busy
In a strange preparation
Create as much noise as possible
So as to
Fill the emptiness of their minds
And to
Get rid of

But alas!
I do not know why
By evening
As the sun sets
The loneliness becomes overwhelming
And minds get drained.

And then
When I get up the next morning
I again find
That everyone
Is preparing
To fight again.

November 23, 1993