They told us
that it was the golden peacock
They told this to possibly everyone
before and after me.
as naive as the kids we were,
we believed a lie.
But then they like
to talk in metaphors
in a land still largely uneducated
Giving people hope to strive for
Something that is, in literal terms, impossible.
it seems like an amazing plot
for making a country full of people
believe in a fairytale-like history
and a hope for the future
that is non-existent.
Just like religions
that have made epics out of stories
and mindless zombies
out of human beings
who are supposed to have evolved thinking.
Reading the newspaper everyday
shows me no signs of any peacock made of gold
Rather a nation
decaying due to neglect,
political and social corruption and
widespread apathy among it’s own people
towards making it a better place
for their own self.
A peacock diseased
in every part of it’s body
Kept alive by sheer chance
and a few good deeds
A peacock, they should have said, made of sand
that has no skeleton
no strong bond that can
keep it together
when the waves roll in
or the wind howls
Blowing away particle by particle
like the hopes of it’s masses
A good metaphor, instead of the golden lie, for the generation today.