Mixed are the emotions that arise,
Mixed are the arguments that rise.
Mixed are the thoughts that summarize
Mixed are the lives that survive..
Mixed are the pains that remain,
Mixed are the hearts that drain,
Mixed are the blessings that people get,
Mixed are the redemption's that await.
Mixed are the roads that some take,
Mixed are the stops that some make,
Mixed are the forks that coincide,
Mixed are the paths that decide,
Mixed are the beliefs that question
Mixed are the question that notion
Mixed are the answers that define,
Mixed are the fates that fight the crime.
Mixed are the innocents that reside,
Mixed are the residents that hide
Mixed are the races that help
Mixed are the faces that whelp.
Mixed are the loved ones that remain
Mixed are the corpses that lay strewn
Mixed are the tears that dry
Mixed are the fears that cry
Mixed are the dates that bring terror
but same is the blood that spills,now and forever...
Gyan has done it again.
ReplyDeleteThere is no mixed response to this one. TRUE TRUE TRUE.
Well said, well written and very well explicated.
A wonderful poem and an excellent tribute.
ReplyDeleteJai Hind!
@Anand -Thanks - am glad you liked it. The lines can be viewed from both the angles that of the victim and that of the perpetrator.
ReplyDelete@Roshmi - Jai Hind !
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