With an idle attitude, the eyes stare,
ushered a witness of 'right' becoming
'wrong'.
Since when we call the 'grey' 'white',
or these small dangling wisps of hair
'dream ropes'? Since when?
Injustice has put pink puffs on cheeks
and yet we accuse the winter for being
too cold.
Life plays a scene before these eyes,
a scene that is not yet identified.
What's in the core, what's the meaning?
Why is that other person... screaming? Screaming???
But the answers are in a forbidden land
where everything turns slowly, very slowly,
grey
and gets lost.
Isn't there anyone to conjure a ribbon of hope
and cover this child's eyes?
(C)Noor 10/6/2009






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