un - equilibrium

Change... things changes... people grow...
as how the forest fire did to the woods...
that is how it is to the grassroots...
the burned down trees...
the near barren trunk...
the grips of vines and creepers...
buds of new plants eager...
to share the sun...
to provide a new shelter...
the pests... burned....
the rabbits burned....
the squirrels burned...
the deer burned...
and all the inhabitants burned...
some came out alive in burrows so deep,
the tongues of the fire can't lick...
there is a time were it would always come...
a realisation...
of something big...
of something that is beyond the comfort zone...
something tha could or might stop oppression...
yet, care must be taken... for ignorance is also eating the society away...
ignorance... as what become of the top most in the rat race...
as what the world will be...
the freedom should be optimal...
not more not less...
that justice should be optimal...
not more not less...
and when  the optimal rule is set...
there will be not more not less dissatisfaction...
not more not less contentment...
and when not more not less exist...
that is when people wanted more,
and that is when people had fallen less...
and that more or less do count in the
disruption of the equilibrium...
let the race this time be more or less equallized for both...
for the country and the people...
so that more or less people are born in peaceand harmony...
more or less 'un- ignorant'...
that more or less is a measure for contented people,
that more or less means nothing to the greeds...

missing the stroll~

The pair of shoes... speckless as it is...
arranged neatly on rack... waiting for dust to fall~
it has been a long time, time to gallop like wild horses in the great piece of open area...
run free in that unknown meadow...
where no man has ever reached...

the evenings are filled with sore... as flares sharpen the tar road as hot as the burning metal rod...
evening strolls are rare now... with so many walls around...
so many cold pavements...
there are no more chilling winds...
no more fenceless space...
it seems like a cell...
the horse lives in the cubicle cell...
its muscles wasting away the time...
the brittle bones...
a knock will bring it crushing down...
yet the greens....
the ever inviting greenery... that sprout wild in that meadow...
it looks desirable... a sign of home... a pang of home - sickness...
no, what it has just stared at is a tourism advertisement pasted on the forgotten lamp post across the road...
the edges rustle in the wind...
desiring... the freedom...