Search for the dawn

Be cursed this Midnight!
If you climb on the top of a hill
and call,
the horizons would not open the doors.

Of the walls
huge walls, planted
since centuries
how many hands do support these walls?
Like a seawave
sharks rejoice ,
let the fish die, trembling.

Craving for grass
innocent deer get killed in jungle
and the stray beasts trample the lush green fields.

As if they have monopoly
of skinning
man alive

On the earth studded with thorns
the bleeding feet
mark
a trail,
That too stings you?

Equality
is the wealth of the mind.
Though half a century
we wasted in wilderness
but the feet did not sprout wings.
Let's walk to the east, now,
Let us find
the dawn.
Be cursed this Midnight!


Feet , shudras