Rati Saxena

At The Last Moment

When words are stuck on lips
Thoughts get tired and put off / Then
There is no prayer and no complaint

Why don' t I keep today' s prayer
For the last moment?

Those bells were fake
That rang, Time to time
Ears became habitual
To hearing falsehood

What was truth?
What was false?
Now is the time
To start the journey again
What is the difference between
False and true?

Let me sing a false prayer
Prayer in dishonesty
And untruthfulness in honesty
Both mixed so much
Cannot pray for long

You closed the door
That opened toward the world
Now you can hit me
With all your bullets
Will you now squeeze me
To the last drop of blood?

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