Are there any happy depths?
I ask this when fear and hatred stay strong
Hold themselves together
There is unity in their desire to destroy
When the crowd trembles to speak
Stand up to the atrocious demands
Doth protest too much against hope
Fanatical cries reprise the situations
What is this blind faith about?
A world with diminishing clarity
Violent words are spoken with equanimity
It is the culture that is pummeled
Only to give rise to destructive sentiments
How far the world can go?
Where are those comfortable depths?
Language is stuck between rubbles
The suffering of this magnitude is unreal
Cries echo piercingly
We cannot even take care of the children and old
Who has sown the seeds of hatred?
Caught between the poisonous growth
Gasping for breath in the stifling air
Hands are stuffed with unwanted gifts
Yes, that is some technology
Distractions that run deeper into the virtual world
Words and misfortune spread faster
A web of an unfortunate journey is planned
One is supposed to feel alienated
Yet, feel the strong urge to unite
With similar minds and destructive ideologies
There is misery in the environment
Silence too is infected with fear
Probably, there are no happy depths