A Simple Plea
By: Varun Narula
I don’t know when I was born.
I don’t know when I shall perish.
They say my time will come soon.
They say the end shall be really garish.
Eons of time and waves of space.
I have seen and heard many a face.
Every story, every tear.
A single smile and realms of fear.
Tell them to stop the wars,
I have seen enough bloodshed.
Tell them to cure the sick.
And satiate this never-ending hunger.
Tell them to mop my brow,
For I have someone’s blood on it.
Tell them to come and hold me,
Why was I left alone to wander?
Ever heard the pain in a child’s cry?
Ever felt the depth of a mother’s loss?
An animal in agony, a system in chaos?
Ever talked to a cadaver?
And asked him his sin?
Ever felt your heart being slowly ripped apart,
By the piercing of a single pin?
I wear bloody clothes.
My body is tattered.
I walk on naked feet.
My soul is shattered.
Somewhere along the way,
You left me by the track.
In this race to the line,
Did you ever bother looking back?
Open your mind and clear your horizons.
Feel your soul and complete your existence.
These lines you cut across my chest,
Will they ever heal like the rest?
You dragged my lifeless body across the deserts,
You bled me dry and then laughed out of sadistic pleasures.
You filled my lungs with poison,
You slowly used your knife on every part.
How conveniently you forgot,
That even a speechless body has a beating heart.
I screamed in agony but could not make a sound.
I bled in darkness but could not see the light.
You told me it’s for my own good.
You told me to bear it for your sake, not give you a fight.
As I lie here today,
Hurting and weeping at the irony of my existence.
I wonder if all those years ago,
I should have never given you way.
To get killed by one’s own child,
is both agony and peace.
There is still some redemption left for you my son,
Let your mother Earth die peacefully atleast.
