O My Dear Poor Human

Life perishes, Dream breaks, Hope fades, Love betrays. Fragile fragile fragile Human life is agonizingly fragile, Unambiguously fragile, eternally fragile. So, we must do What is undoable. We must hide our faces Under many colourful masks, So that out pains and wounds do not Come in way of our pride. We must Else we would be abandoned Alone, in darkness of dungeon. This is what we all learn As we grow up. But mask is always a mask. It breaks. It must break. Then those of our ugly wounds Come out And mock us unstoppably. And then we cry to painful despair. O human, o my dear poor human, Such a ridiculously stupid you are! You keep doing What is undoable. You hide your obviously visible wounds. Tell me, Do you really have to do this? Doesn't each of us Has same ugly wounds? Then what you are afraid of? © Arun Maji Painting: JWG