Written 7 years ago, in an attempt to understand the socio political happenings of that time yet it seems these words are even true today.
As Facebook memories reminded me of this, I am re sharing it maybe it resonates with more people who have joined my social media universe since then
In My Age
I am a writer of an age that continues to bleed it's way.
Of all I can feel there is little to heal,
Telling amongst the winds of destruction is wellness.
Humanity is bound by its own illness!
Hell and heaven found in the same hours,
I wish I could let it pass.
But the suffering beyond of my own creates grief of another zone.
Played out in infinity is this blooded date.
All will be forgotten or told to...