Stream of Consciousness
Nowaday
What is this happening ? ' Nowadays ' People are seeing and hearing the truth on mobile. I'm trying to talk to people ' Nowadays ' If I talk, I get There is silence within everyone ' Nowadays ' I asked what happened? You are seeing and hearing the truth. Don't know why facial expressions change? of people ' Nowadays ' turn your mobile towards me On whose screen it is written "Traitor" ' Nowadays ' i say What kind of treason is this? Is speaking the truth also "treason" in the country? ' Nowadays ' People stand up after hearing this And let's go 'these days' watching people go like this I become a pillar Then someone comes near my ears And says "Sir" Both telling the truth and asking questions becomes "treason" ' Nowadays ' Everyone knows, it is still happening Scams and atrocities but don't know people Why are you saying? all is good in the country ' Nowadays ' " Idea " not going to listen And those who are going to listen They are going wrong without knowing why. ' Nowadays ' talk to people now So after listening it seems that Everything is going well in the country ' Nowadays ' young people are happy But don't know why? Looks like they don't have any work That's why even the youth are on "rest" these days. And this pain 'sir' is not mine only. But no one speaks of his pain ' Nowadays ' Elections come and go in the country ' Nowadays ' people talk too Not on the streets, neighborhoods and intersections, On your mobile screens ' Nowadays ' Whom to choose or whom not to choose? It's not confusion people ' Nowadays ' Everything else is just an option 'no' Which 'option' to choose? There is only one in the country ' Nowadays '
By Suraj poetry plus 3 years ago in Poets
Look At Us
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by contented hopelessness, the inability to learn or care, bleak smiles and worthless opulence, jeering bullies and leering men, the pernicious malignant anger from the rotten spoiled privileged demon children who moan and groan and cry and hit their mothers and shriek like banshees at the slightest inconvenience, the false advertisement of human emotion, gun barrels and internet battles and hate, hate for what we cannot understand
By angela hepworth3 years ago in Poets
