Grubby hands tarnish the murals
Walls push away eager souls from communicating
Bathing in lucre; devilish euphoria and sensationalism
Gluttony! Overstuffed revelry
Delectable moments become insipid with greed
Walls preserve the animosity and divide
Time to enter into forced disputes
Images disintegrate and dissolve in vitriolic debates
Grimy hands still wants to nurture love
For those who do not comprehend comeuppance
Sooty walls reminds of alternate outcomes©
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“Grimy hands still wants to nurture love.” We all want compassion, even if we forget. I think deep down we all hope to connect, to love. Lovely Amitav.
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Thank you so much. Yes, it’s true what you said. Caught between the coercion and instinct of compassion which still shows a glimmer of hope to reconcile with simple life, and live with gratitude and love.
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