RED for Falsehood!A Poem by Sagar Waingankar
Things which are observed by our naked eyes,
Mostly look onto surprise.
Our senses are so powerful,
Controls our mind to trust them.
Everybody hates the perfect solution,
Needs an amount of dilution.
But often the situation hurts,
When it includes some kind of pain.
The actual picturization of genuinity,
Mostly seems to be false for my senses,
Suspicious are all those actions,
Troublesome are the happenings.
A feeling of being astonished flows across,
As the moments filled with foolishness,
Tempt beings of similar species stand against each other.
Where is the trust lost? Why is the unity defeated?
Attempts to united us were plenty,
Worked quite well with diversity,
Till the one who attempted it lasted.
Now it has different colour with selfish causes.
Love is just a gesture to be expressed,
For a moment, for many of us,
Losing it's actual essence and purity,
It's not easy to watch sad faces with eyes full of tears.
Well it hurts a lot,
As I observe and feel it around me,
May be I expect much from us,
Or we deliver much below than what is required.
Even today we fight against the evils,
To eradicate it from our society,
Yet it rises up again,
As we have digged it much inside.
© 2012 Sagar Waingankar
Added on February 3, 2012
Last Updated on February 3, 2012
Mumbai, Maharashtra, India
AboutSagar S. Waingankar (1989) Rather a simple human-being. Suspicious about different behaviors around and questions that make me high from childhood, now illustrating them through poems. I write, whe.. more..
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