Moment of Disbelief

By Pratap Karmakar

You may not see it

But my blood is boiling ,

And my fist is becoming stiff ,

Mind is loosing reason ,

Purpose is getting narrowed ,

Priorities are being replaced. 

You may not hear it

But the cry is going louder;

The silent are whispering ,

The whisperer are talking ,

The talkers are crying to the crowd ,

And all of these are making a mess of our sleep. 

You may not believe it

But  The One has arrived .

He has a pair of eyes that can see,

A mind that works,

A couple of hands that stretches to help 

And a heart that beats for others.

By Pratap Karmakar