Deep, shallow,
who is to decide
is poetry deep
just ostentatious
mind peeps
showing off ability
to word juggle
when others struggle
Idle walk
people talk
assumed shallow
totally hollow
what if it is about wellbeing
of a loved one
finding solutions
someone’s pains
Life’s stains
crave for some
one or thing
Infatuation real shallow
Love oh so deep
Pure hunger, banal
connoisseur taste, steep
Inconsistency, hypocrisy
That is all to keep
Rest is just shallow
Sure
I am nearly dearly here
Another beautiful day
Another amazing morn
Sapiens will wake up
New ideas will be born
Trees, flowers, orchids
Gardens will be adorned
Just for a moment
When you have one
Think life without me
Tell me what you see
winter, spring, summer or fall
morning run or evening ball,
flower beds, trees so tall,
bird tweets and cockerel call,
Nothing?…you say nothing at all
Concrete giants
Block my way
Shouting at me
We are here to stay
May I humbly ask
How old are you
Twenty, thirty, forty
Or fifty two
We last hundred years
Or lot more
If humans stay away
And leave our core
Stay for a while
Have a tea
You will be gone soon
But I will be
Hand broken, eyes no more
my punches are folklore
Consequences, blood and gore
Want to touch us, are you sure?
Miles across,
no soul around
Crying and screaming
No way could be found
Ocean keep talking
Waves making sound
Language not certain
Message was clear
You will never see again
Whatever you hold dear
Hallucinations frequent
Mirages abound to bear
Insanity on a stick
Same on front and rear
Steer and steer
Life’s boat, till the end
Time has stopped
Clocks strike zero
Waiting just commenced
Senses are incensed
Carriages need to come
Immediately or before
Near dying, oh! so bored
society faults severely
battle lines being drawn
poor’s dire, desperate living
dark nightmare with no dawn
yachts, condominiums, carriages
rich thriving, enjoying more
peasants, workers, destitute
thrown out of city doors
their voices drown in thunder
of sewage Niagara Falls
head down work in shame
infinitely oppressed raise the call
inflation equates subjugation
poverty chained castigation
eternally trapped inside ghettos
while affluent enjoying gelatos
inequality to end some day
natural continuum calling noon
daggers sharpened to extreme
killing commencing soon
ending human crime
revolution it will be called
opulence brought to justice
cleansing without consequence
no one spared no armistice
