IN THE NAME OF TRADITION

Like Yesterdays
Even today
The sky is not so blue,
The wind is not blowingso soft,
The rising Sun is hotter,
The evening,more dusty,
And the moonless night is darker
Than ever even with stars.

Things are right
Till you don't apply your mind
And blindly follow
The pre-laid medieval path,
And move ahead
With meek obedience
Holding their fingers
In your hand,
Listening to the music
They play,
Seeing the world
Through their eyes,

Once you grow young
And make-up your mind,
Try to find your ways,
And do something
That you wish to do
In coming days
You will go horribly wrong,
In the world
Where people seek
To have their way,
Want to have their say.
If denial comes,
Souls are snatched.
No heart is found,
No mind appears,
No remorse is seen
In the watery eyes.

Don't know why ?
Those arms and embrace
That cradled you once,
Wherein you slpt
All fearless
In the fairy world,
Turns tormentors
At once?

No body knows,
Wants to know
Why young generation
Always have to pay
For their freedom,
For their choice.

Perhaps
This is in our blood
That streams through......
Each and everyone
But seeks no change.