Cadavers

Cadaver , we carry them on our shoulders

Cadaver of religion caste politics democracy

Carry them fight for them kill for them

Protecting them all our lives

Protecting them so that we can gift wrap them and give them to our next generation

For them to carry it all their lives and pass it on

Could have shrugged them off

Travelled into the light knowledge

Evolved

But we’re too scared to do something

Different

Carried on what everyone did

Terrified and secured with the weight on our shoulders

Imagining it to be our shield

Let our peers, leaders feed on our fears

And made them stronger

Our fears made them superheroes

And we made our coming generations

Tied up with these chains never moving forward

Slaves of traditions culture politics religion

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Fifty-fifty

Reaching fifty..you tend to sit back and think ..was it worth it? Did you achieve what you were supposed to…Now nothing is pushing you to go and get it..you got what you were supposed to get..You were treated the way you allowed yourself to be treated.. nothing more nothing less …your responses were conditioned by your upbringing and What you learnt enroute ..you tend to let go..what matters is you and your soul..hormones have ebbed..no more over the top reactions..no more insecurities..you are sure come what may there will always be a way..life has peacefully settled into a pattern..Nothing is permanent you know …you have collected a great lot of experience..that’s going to stay..You lost precious people on the way … but that’s the way..you are grateful that you were blessed by their presence.. you could look back and be absorbed in the past..or could just relax and savour the present..let your soul be healed..so you could be ready for next cycle of your life..just at peace with yourself..