HOW OFTEN DON’T WE SILENTLY STAND (A POEM)

How often don’t we silently stand

On the shaky crude bridge of life

Watching the wreckage flowing

Below in the passing river of Time!

They were our dreams and projects

Precious to us as our own lives,

Consigned to the sacrificial flames

Of indifference of those around us!

Those that are central to our lives

Are central too in wrecking visions.

They can’t read a sensitive heart

And think they have all the answers!

Anguish of a soul cannot be fathomed

By anything but its own aching self!

The world is cruel to dash the hopes

Of a genius that thinks out of the box!

What then is responsible for cynicism

And the death of life-giving idealism! ---

Absurdity in life wrought by silly knowalls,

No different from their ignorant forebears!

Or education that fills your fertile minds

With dreams and visions you can’t use

To get past the thick skulls in society

Fossilized ere they serve their purpose!