Belief system
Our belief systems,
The real mayhem.
Like a child, we are
Far too blind,
Cannot breathe
Without them.
We need to change
The pattern of thoughts,
Chaining us for years
In our compelling cage.
It is difficult to
Convince a teenager
That being thirty
Isn’t quite old,
By running after oil
We’re running into holes
Energies are drained,
Real issues, put on hold.
It is impossible to explain
Those dumb delinquents
That nuclear weapons
Flaunting toys of
Boisterous boys
Do not make anyone bold.
Proverbs and words
Fail to achieve their goals,
Juvenile fads
Mesmerized with
All that glitters
As charmingly gold.
And all that litters
In the oceans and the seas
Thanks to the immature
Business wannabes
Is creating ruckus
In the world manifold.
Between hell and heaven
Lies the belief system;
Change the way
We’d played the game,
We’ll not get suffocated
In the claustrophobic air
Wars will wither, peace will reign.
Thank you Trevor for reading and commenting so positively. It really means a lot to me.
My style can be easily understood in the anglophone regions, as it is, sometimes with concessions, at other times being considered as translation, in your parts of the world… this is one advantage, if at all.
This was first pointed out by David, a very good friend I met in this space. Yes I agree the content needs to appear again and again, no matter what.
I am really glad you liked it.
Best.
Supratik
Yes!! But now it’s looking good. Thank you.
Now see! You have your hands full it seems.
It so does make a difference. A new technique I learned. Thank you a myriad times. Yes fresh air is crucial I know… are you still enjoying India in England or have the temperatures come down a little?
Oh I thought you were based out of England. Now I know why you translated the micro poem in Swedish. Yes the entire Europe has been hit by global warming this time around. Good to know it is pleasant now. I am in a place called Kolkata. City life, with malls and high rises. Kolkata was the capital of India for a long time. Now it is the capital of West Bengal.
Thank you for looking it up. It is very very noisy and sultry. But now it’s pleasant… the late comer monsoon has finally come.
Tell Alison I said, Hi
What was the announcement? God be with her. Always. No wonder I don’t see her posts. Yes she’s certainly missed here.