Anand Prakash

Humans dies the death of mosquitoes

who get more coverage than the human

Thanks to mosquito repellent ads

To follow his heart is one thing

but to fight mental fear is another

People like him dies daily in newspaper

For not following the convention

Even when he wants to speak, he turns dumb

Blood stained bodies visit his dream, he claims blindness

Daily he think of doing something, he just thinks

Knowing very well that

There is no guarantee that

He will survive to see the change

Change takes its own sweet time

Staggering over the dead bodies

To reach to its destination

 

It’s nothing but his destiny that he is alive

Standing up against the oppression is

Like running against the wind

People with logical ideas are forced to remain silent

for the logic and reason may create disturbances

To allow the mob to swell up in the number

It’s so easy to crush the logic and assassinate rationalist

Like swatting the mosquito

 

 

How to crush logic in a common man

            Abandon the common sense

            Tweak the understanding

            Instill fear

            And then it’s time to oppress

Slavishness comes naturally to thems

Gods, kings, britishers, and politicians

had so much faith in their irrationality

 

A sheep blindly follows the sheep in front

Despite listening to shrieks of death

They should have run away smelling the blood

 Instead they follow the road to slaughter for their god

If anyone disturbs them in their plan

Sheep claimed that either they will die

or kill anyone who came in their ways

 One by one, sheep would come to him

and offer their meat to him, their god

He relishes their meat, they know

What is life, a blind sheep would say to another,

If  you can’t fill someone else’s stomach

Poor people next to them request some meat

Dying sheep looks at dead babies in their arms

And whispers to them

“Not my problem.”