By Berend Hassan Bola
Most sapien stand on a shaky feet
Upon the burning coals of depression
Eating so deep into the feet, the limb and the heart
While most noses around smells no peril
For the faces they see, was a decoy
Victims voiced over, smiles, over long faces
And bottled there voices in a glassy cage
Sharing with no one their plight at that age
Clouding there head, with the credos of:
“The last to be trusted as been murdered”
“The tree to lean-on as be cut off “
and “The shoulder to weep-on is a thorn “
“Open up , and they shall wring out laugh out of reality “
Behold! Ye brethren
Share to all, the candy of love
Subside the acidic words of the tongue
Chain the limp from effecting your damaging thoughts
And lend out a listening ear
to all those faintly voices
For every of your actions
For every of the love showed
For every hurtful speech
For every condemnation
Towards the ghostly victims around
Can be a spark of a Messiah,
or an Asrail to their nursing wounds
When life stings them with frustration ,
with anxiety enclasping their essence
Life seems a fish out of water
letting them loose and wandering
in the wilderness of thought
Running from the tormenting claws of depression
Exhausting all options
Suicide seems a darling angel
A guidance lamp to the city-gate of peace
A quenching water to the burning coal at their feet
But little tthey did know ,
That suicide is never an option
But an honey moon to the engagement of a greater calamity
When it seems
the food of life, get sour
And it drinks taste salty
With it breeze scorching
And when it seems to you
the sky, turns red
And the earth seems gray ,
With rotten smell of the dead pervading the air
And no one to share the drink
of your plight
Then retrace back your legs
run back, crawling in it mud
Toward the maker who shaped all things
With your hands compassing towards the sky
Converse in tears to his mightiness
He lends ear to the cries of the orphans
He shelters those who seek refuge to his kingdom
He unburdened loads from the spine of dying labourer
He stars way out of all predicament
And shapes mouth with smiles and laughter
He gave strength to the weak
So , fight all the Odds
And submit to the will of time
Life is never a bed of roses
But of strive and struggle
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