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Civilized


Civilized

Lo! There came,

The old wretched dame,

Wandering in the valley,

And on the hill,

Till she is tired

And still.

No fancy fawn,

And no Lucy Gray,

Her wretched looks

Have a lot to say.

Her  hoary locks

Flatter in the air

Her haggard eyes

Full of tears

Her wrinkled face,

Ghostly pale,

Alas! She tells

Ironical tale.

There was my home

By that tree

We lived together

All the three,

My son, my daughter,

And myself,

There was my bed,

And there a big shelf

Smiles and chuckles

and big laughter,

my daughter there played,

and son ran faster.

The birds chirped there

And still chirp,

Flowers opened there

And still open,

Breeze blow there

Sweet and cool,

Yes it is still,

So sweet and cool,

On a pleasant morning,

A mob came there,

They all civilized

Who knows from where?

  Perhaps from the valley beneath,

Their memory make me out of breath,

They were civilized?

Perhaps little civilized.

They lynched my son,

And burnt my home,

And kidnapped my daughter too,

For sake of their religion,

And for their creed,

Thinking it,

 as a holy deed,

but I think, they all war mongers,

full of lust and greed,

least civilized,

That sense they need.

They could not kill me,

But,  Am I alive?

Each morning I died,

Countless deaths,

To whole of the world,

So indifferent,

No tears, no cries,

No chuckles and no smiles,

For whom should I wake?

For whom should I lie?

For whom should I live?

For whom should  I die?

Hither and thither,

In the valley and on the hill.

I do wander, carrying my body,

A heavy load on my soul,

I am no more  alive,

But a wandering ghost,

Before the earth,

Unearth its womb,

Volcano  erupts

 And tyranny twists,

Before I am used,

As a human bomb,

By some terrorists,

May it rain, and heavily rain,

And some big billow,

May take me away,

Deep and deep,

Deep in the sea,

As I am tired, have no more to say,

So it may put me to an  end,

 and I may rest,

Rest for ever, that may be best,

Oh! Civilization,

Shamest thou art,

It is the way?

Thou harmonizes,

Heart to heart?

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