Modernity stood tall and proud while facing me
Sarcasm filled up its eyes
And its nose wrinkled up in disgust
Why, next to it
I was, like a bird in a cage
One having never tasted freedom
One having never wished for it even
One simply bent on sitting and chirping
While feeding on whatever my state would throw at me!
Modernity’s face then turned horrible with hatred
All for mine own sake
Revolted, it openly spat on my face
That’s meant for your grave, it said
Someday, you shall be inexistent
While I, boosted and evolved
Shall get even more avant-gardist!
Hurt filled up my bosom, so much that it pained to breathe
My eyes quivered and tears slid down my cheeks
So hot and pricking!
Pray, is to be an orthodox soul an offense?
Innocence, being the power driving me forth
Gets repulsed at the many dark shades of modernity
Yet, tolerance, being my flapping wings
Impedes me from returning the hatred!
Love, being my voice,
Has me feeling warmly and bonded to it!
After all, it takes all kinds of people to make a world
Being modern or orthodox should not mean
That one is to wage bloody battles with the other;
Rather, one should complement the other
As, two different sides make a coin,
As, consciousness is needed for existence to thrive
As, both earth and sky make up life!