Wait until compass points at you
It’s like
the city is dead
There is sun
and the sunshine
There are
vehicles downsides
There are buildings
but in silence
I wonder
where the birds are
The city
will soon rise into chaos
And into
unknown delusion
Of ego and
competition
There will
be rush
& there
will be fight
Well
Among them
will be writers, poets
And story
tellers
With an aim
to aware people
Of love,
brotherhood and togetherness
Of the
borderless states
While the
countries are preparing for war
And
genocides
And dead
people ignoring this fact
Not raising
their voices
Because Bollywood
and Hollywood exists
Because TV
and soap operas exists
And people don’t
have time
Well wait
Wait until
the compass points at you
Wait…
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