Where are the nightingales
That will sing their melodies?
Where is the air
That will carry its echoes
Loud and clear?
Where is the compassion
That will penetrate
The coldest of stoned hearts?
Where is the humanity
That will raise the banner
Of empathy and understanding?
-----------------------Even Words Need Life Support...
The nightingales have fled
To a warmer place,
Far beyond any horizon
Or spec in space
That the telescope can reach
With its piercing eyes.
The air is merely
A container
For disturbing unintelligible clutters
Of noise;
It might as well be a vacuum
Where nothing lives or moves.
Even the word "empathy" could struggle
Many a time,
To find an "a" and an "h"
To complete its spelling.
---------------------Yes, Even Words Need Life Support...
Hearts, like all other organs,
Are stored long periods
In a vaulted--secluded--fridge
With the near-certain assumption
They will be inevitably kept alive
Longer;
'Preservation' is what they call it;
Yet in excessive periods,
Those pieces of 'human meat' risk
Getting petrified and freezer-burnt.
And then what of 'humanity?'
Do many of us even stop to ponder,
Let alone capture,
The roots 'human' and 'humane' found in it?
Are we so distracted,
By humanity's standard--normal--"routine"
Of biological functions
That we have avoided cognizance
Of its broader connotation?
With little forethought,
--And premature haste
Of a dismissive zeal--,
Some may say
It has been lost
In translation.
They thumb through
Dictionaries and foreign language guides.
"No entry,"
They jeeringly grin.
Contracts, laws, procedures, policies, insults
Speeches, depositions, declarations, affidavits, condemnations,
Punishments, and battle cries
Easily find the pens and lips
Of multiple tongues.
But that particular word
Remains alien, unciteable, difficult to pronounce, unintentioned
To us.
-------------------------It is there, and every other meaningful word, [idle ... NEGLECTED by] without Life Support...
