Soulless, am I?

Did not murder; did not commit some crime.
Never abducted the wants of my neighbours
and nor did I hunt a tree
in its prime.

Even on the crossroads,
I did not make any deal!

Where is my soul?
Where is it gone?
I do not feel;
I do not sympathise;
I do not cry
when my brothers die
and my sisters raped.
Where is my soul?

Am I the only one?
Or the world is I?
Pretty face; straight nose;
slender body and blue eyes
but no soul inside…

Think, my dear,
stop a while.
Oh! Don’t laugh!
I see the tragedy
behind your smile.

Alok Mishra

First and foremost a poet, Alok Mishra is an author next. Apart from these credentials, he is founder & Editor-in-Chief of Ashvamegh, an international literary magazine and also the founder of BookBoys PR, a company which helps writers brand themselves and promote their books. On this blog, Alok mostly writes about literary topics which are helpful for literature students and their teachers. He also shares his poems; personal thoughts and book reviews.

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K.C.MISHRA says:
19th August 2017 at 6:46 pm
Yes, behind is the reality that we all are groping for where we so listlessly got our souls lost
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Did not murder; did not commit some crime. Never abducted the wants of my neighbours and nor did I hunt a tree in its prime.

Even on the crossroads, I did not make any deal!

Where is my soul? Where is it gone? I do not feel; I do not sympathise; I do not cry when my brothers die and my sisters raped. Where is my soul?

Am I the only one? Or the world is I? Pretty face; straight nose; slender body and blue eyes but no soul inside…

Think, my dear, stop a while. Oh! Don’t laugh! I see the tragedy behind your smile.

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