On that morning, that vibrant green morning
Roaming around the lands of Rich
Cruising above the shores of Elite,
That inner, inactive, consciousness of mine exploded up,
That inward, sheepish, eye of mine popped out,
At an overview of world’s biased canvas!
In front of me, a God’s manifestation
A green eyed child, dressed up in rags
With a contended smile, emitting poverty
Was sleeping peacefully in an Earth’s cradle
An Earth that belonged to another God’s manifestation
A red eyed Titan, dressed up in exquisite night suit,
With an angry scowl, exhibiting arrogance
Was kicking poor child frantically,
‘Go away, you scoundrel!
I’m a God of this land
Go away, you bastard!
I’m a master of this heaven
Go away, you….’
That angry, rich voice faded away
Those poor, crying screams diminished away,
But my inner, exploded up consciousness
And my inward, popped out eye
Is still mortified
Is still abashed
Is still flustered
At that overview of world’s biased canvas!