Play

By Aryesh Maurya

None of us would witness the coherent play.

The birth of Masiah, to end the tyrant play.

A mother can't soothe her child anymore,

Louder than her lullabies, the sirens play.

Why couldn't we learn this damned 'mercy'?

Our history would've been a decent play.

Those would know better humanity,

Who have survived a violent play.

Wouldn't a garden bloom to the fullest..

If together all races, all children play?

Screens pleasing every eye and we-

Have lost interest in the present play.

Lead, support or inspire at least..

Lest let your life be a silent play!

The judgement is late and due is the rain,

To wash off the so-called innocent play.

By Aryesh Maurya