I closed my eyes to evade the very sights of them, But it reappeared like a monster which attacked me from behind with a wild smirk. That very thought frightened me to the core. I couldn’t ignore nor bear it any longer And that is where every creation started. That was the base of every epic and battle Aren’t Jesus, Mohammad and Krishna are such epitomes?
What we see is not always our choice And that makes me feel like screaming That is “Maiya”.
The vicious cycle of elderly desertion Freezing abyss of loneliness Shrilling cries of sleepless nights Waiting for unmerciful last breath Once they had lived for us.
Smell of filth since the first breath Deprived of the taste of nipples and maternal warmth They too are born, for something, without their fault.
Can’t we stop ignoring such sights?
“Maiya” is for such souls
“Maiya” is for such births
“Maiya” is for such feelings