We can’t forget everything
We remember mostly those things
Which we like to forget forever
Why this world is not round even in its roundness
Why a toiling man can’t differentiate
Between tea and blood
Why tyrants look like messiah
Why straight is not straight
Could you clear my confusions
Could you
I am not talking colour
Though, life is blue
Its like a kite
Flying free
For its shape, weight and threads
It has to remember always that
It has to come down to ground
Ride it safe
There are zigzags on the road
Like road of a serpentine hill
There are ups and downs in lives
Either you fall down like a slave to fight back
Or you are dragged like a king
You are a conqueror
If you can only make decisions
If you dare only to choose
This is not the last time that
You are hoping for well
This is not the first time that
You are feeling worse
This happens times and again
They pretend that
On the top of tombs of history
On the top of all civilizations
But we are able to realize
From the bottom of the society
That we are living in the times when
A dawn behaves like a dusk
We can’t forget everything
And it’s still not too late
To reach to conclusions
That all is not well
That something is missing
That history really needs a push
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