You often dictate me to always seek the better option
but you never dared to define the word better itself
May I ask the reason behind the feigned hopes
that you had given me earlier?
Were you hopeful that they won’t turn up the way I wanted?
or sad that your intention would be subsided by
a game of chance or a matter of fact?
I want to know what made you instill false prejudices
in the guise of moral values inside my head
You must have thought I would let these values carve my life
as the venom of inculcation is enough
to destroy the tapestry of reason,
and this is how you play with this inherent incoherence
that lays the foundation of inculcation,
you know the tricks to hide the treason
that inculcation gives to the reason
by not letting it do its job in a way
that its individuality doesn’t get over-shadowed,
it tries to start a war with reason
to meet up to the pseudo expectations
of the long-established view of justice and wisdom,
and gets a lot to boast
upon coming out as triumphant
as reason succumbs to them
not because it feels that it is weak
but because it knows the caliber of these so-called virtues
and the truth that cements their ideologies—
their strength and weakness is the same:
and their defeat would reveal this fact to the world
providing them a chance to organize boisterous butcheries
in the name of harmony and peace,
so reason found a useful option
to make them feel that they are the better ones.
How easily reason brought them to a point
where descent becomes their massive pride!