The illusion

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You remain anxious seeing the strength of the hardwork and passion of us toilers
Your face turns pale
When, with our infants tied to our backs,
Carrying the load of bricks,
Songs rise from our dry and parched lips.

Swinging and strutting in the air, witnessing our will to live,
Our wrists, strung with colourful wounds,
Flowing the fuel in the furnace,
fill you with great amazement
Even you are not unaware of this ultimate truth
That without the sound of our footsteps,
there is no morning in our homes

You remain like a statue,
When our children, without even touching the threshold of the school,
Instantly tell us the mood of the winds and seasons,
And all the additions and subtractions of worldly matters

Seeing us snoring on the rocky ground—
Floating like ice-rocks in luxurious buildings,
And sometimes swallowing white-red-yellow pills from the foaming waves on the shore,
Staying awake even on soft mattresses,
Moistening your dry throat again and again
Are you scared of our carelessness?
Can you say it?

Now when days roll down like a custom pitcher.
When I tie the evening's cuttings
To the branches of the tree
Like a charm
Then my own shadow refuses to recognize me
Then I scream to my picture emerging on the slate of night and say
‘Only those deserve mercy who had countless reasons to be ruthless!’

Did you hear? Sympathy,
Under a big white hat with frills of pink feathers,
It hides its sharp teeth and shrewd eyes.
Like a chameleon,
It is hungry, It is fond of only the brain fibers
It keeps searching for the brains of humans all the time
And As soon as it finds a prey,
It keeps it in its throat for a long time
Then It swallows the dead soul
Like a crocodile, The entire brain in one go
And the surprising thing is that without a brain,
man keeps smiling for years under the illusion of being alive

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