Looking In The Mirror
Looking In The Mirror
As a child, I hated waking up early to go to school
I loved the school, teachers, sports, friends
Tiffin box group, church, cemetery, and the daily walk
Leaving the school for higher classes was melancholic
My memories of the primary school turn the eyes misty
Getting into adolescence, I hated being confined inside the house
I loved being in the midst of friends and playing games
Going on bicycle rides, climbing trees, flying kites
Getting back home ensured shelter, strength, support
Only home could create the fun during festivities and feasts
In the twilight of youth I hated being compared, counseled or judged
I imitated the lives and lifestyle of celebrities I adored
I constructed my maniacal dreams of the future that I aspired
I accepted my vulnerability, incompetence, and reservations
Professionally I hated being bulldozed, appraised, managed
I liked my work, boss, colleagues, ambiance, and bonhomie
Weekends were meant for partying with the same flock
Watching movies, playing games and sharing poison in a huddle
Marriage found hatred in solitude, seclusion, and separation
Still, I sought solitude when working on creative things
After every dispute, I went into seclusion to speed up coming together
Separation from children was only to help them grow independent
Hate, hatred and being hated have just remained confined to me
Emotive and temporary sensitivity only to help make better choices
Dynamic and concealed, practical and constructive
Never related itself with anger, rage, cruelty or vengeance
Over the years hatred across has turned into a belief and conviction
All faculties of the body tend to converge to reinforce this obsession
Hate groups crowd together with unfamiliar folks into a taunting kinship
Disregarding age, relationship and familiarity emerge as large collective
Hate is now an arsenal to measure trust, oath, tolerance
Hate is judged and passed across as an opinion punching away a few keys
Collectives believe they have been wronged,
They want to correct this botch before it gets late
Meanwhile, I sense a lurking fear of this collection on my offspring and all unborn
Globally spread they remain smart, strong and independent
Hate or superiority can it affect them through such indiscretion
I feel worried for all the future generation apart from my kin
I appeal to collective conscience not to let hate turn into wrath
No child shall ever be spared neither yours nor mine
I am glad I spent this day asking such tough questions
My plea to the collective to ponder and restore sanity