Wake Up!

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The day sun descended
To wake up the dead
A blinding light lit the hallway
Positivity floated around them

Nudging each other
They tried to open their eyes,
Move their numb limbs
To rise, to show their valor

Open arches’ acerbic voice
Stirred some sentiments
Sardonic sound shamed
The mute expressions and excuses

Crushed by fear and distress
They waited for their messiah
Nowhere could he be found
Ruins reverberated waterloo

When people forget their power
When they waver and totter
When they pigeon out
Fall overwhelms the dead.
© Balroop Singh

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Who is Weak?

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The strong and the mighty
Try to push you around
Whatever the weather
They don’t want you together

“Why are you happy?
How could you…without me?
I hold the power
How dare you flower?”

Is it jealousy or arrogance?
Lack of love or loneliness?
Humility at their feet,
They trample you with conceit

Domineering seems to be their right
Insecurities weaken their hearts
Love vibes refuse to step-in,
Aggression is their sole weapon

Yet they fail to snatch smiles
Which build bridges across miles
Little houses are a haven of peace
They offer you ethereal ease.
© Balroop Singh, February 2019

Inspired from D. Wallace Peach’s “Monthly Speculative Fiction Writing Prompt.” Please hop over to her blog to read more and get inspired.

Thank you Diana, for a thought-provoking  #WritingPrompt.

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