The Last Man Standing…

The Last Man Standing…..

 

In the mountains, at the valleys he would practice his religion,

The religion of peace, the religion of a vision,

The vision to secure the fraternity,

And all his desires echoes in eternity,

In the jungle of arms and ammunition,

He feels lost in the crimson blood, but is moving in the right direction,

He neither fights for whites and nor does for the blacks,

But it is us common beings, whose understanding lacks,

He fights for the battle which is never ending,

And under the sunless sky he is the ‘Last man standing’…….

 

He is terrorized in his own glorifying land,

A land with humans, where humanity is banned,

He walks in the theatre of deaths, in the dark,

Anticipating light, the light in a single heart,

But all our hearts are so satisfied,

We are all ignorant and hence nullified,

We virtually watch the basalt-black sky,

Sitting in the blanket with popcorns, we watch them die,

When men are screaming and screeching in the ground,

We change the channel reciting the horror sound,

But he is still jingling and tinkling under the turbulent landing,

And under the moonless sky he is still the ‘Last man standing’…….

 

Let us at our end educate one,

Educate to think and disrespect none,

We lose a friend through an argument,

But win one by an agreement,

Let the lasting pain be relieved by love,

And let us leave no place around rough,

Let the ‘Last man’ not last for long at the ground,

Let us make him feel that life is profound,

Let him not be the only men defending,

And then there will be no one called as ‘The Last man Standing’…….