My soul would be a rock,
It wouldn’t give me a throbbing pain,
And I wouldn’t shed tears,
As the mother who lost her warrior son in a snare,
It wouldn’t feel the reflective ache of raped girl,
Nor it would get the twinge of bereaved persons
Who lost their kith in the war!
My eyes would be sightless,
I wouldn’t see the injustice,
I wouldn’t see the torture of the weak,
Nor I would glare at the imbalance of power of people,
I think I would feel the sameness,
In the stride of my voyage,
My ears would be deaf,
I wouldn’t hear the story of pain,
Nor I would be listening to explosions
On women and children,
My soul would be white snow.
I would be a glacier
and stay at the peak tops,
Where explorers would make an account of greatness,
I would be cleansing the filth,
From the acme to the chasm,
The world would be anew
with unique hotness and coldness.
My soul would be an ocean,
I would play with the Blue Whale,
I would bring a different Tsunami,
I would take off the prejudice under me,
That never would come up again!
My ear would be the Black Hole,
I would have all the dirty games assassinated.
The world would be an Eden,
Let my soul be the Black Hole,
Let my soul be an ocean!
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Let your soul be rock oh! Persona, everything would be easy then. When you will go out of your senses a matter fro. A living soul. Do not worry we will be searching your soul rock in the blackholes of universe hanging.
Thanks so much for chiming in Hem. I’m happy to see the mad conversation coming over to this side of our Mad Swirl home :) Keep ’em coming!
I really enjoyed this poem. “let my soul be the ocean” I totally Identified with this concept.
Thanks so much for chiming in Peggy. I’m happy to see the mad conversation coming over to this side of our Mad Swirl home :) Keep ’em coming!