Life from a top angle

Human beings have become wild/wild, who prefer to live in barbarism

Spatters the arrogance of one's victory in the misery of others

Considers one's success in the unhappiness of others

Hurling ember in the garden, bask themselves and warm their bodies.

Is human below or above civilization?

Is he near or too far from intimacy?

Can't be distinguished and thus gets roasted in a cinder

Human beings get targetted to the muzzle of cannons

Hands are chained, but invisible

Legs are fettered, but invisible

Mouth is stitched, but still invisible

Can't be seen but can only be undergone/covered.

Human beings have become wild/ wild, without shape/without scene

Flowers are wringed before they can bloom

Flowers blooming are trampled and made shrunken

Blossomed flowers are thrown in a trash can

Wasting even the seedlings-

In the presumption of establishing another society

Destroying even the seedlings-

In the presumption of making the society developed

Our present society is thus living.

A bullet doesn't distinguish a man and an animal

Makes a single graveyard and never do they separate again

The battle of pride and selfishness –

Is forbidden to be belched out by the pen of literature!

Is forbidden to be broomed by the brush of an artist!!

The tint of life has faded

The colourful rainbow is obliged to emancipate its existence

No sooner a dream has bloomed within it

Restricted it is to ask for a healthy, beautiful and secured life.

Let this life be coloured by the ink of pen

Let the real eyes be opened for our duties and responsibilities

If it is written without confining boundaries/ without any motive

Then where is the blind elephant to walk over?

Can't say- may be on our own fate.

Beware! Let the life be like the world we dream of living,

Like a mighty image where our belief and determination could bloom

Our endeavour, your endeavour, endeavour of all of us.