..Lessons on Atrocity....

Lessons on Atrocity
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People say, winter is atrocious
in this part of the world,
freezing, for somebody hailing
from the tropics, it might be unbearable

I say, summer is atrocious
in that part of the world
boiling, for somebody from the arctics
it might be too burning to handle

Atrocity is a relative term,
you can use language to describe it,
but to feel it, will you allow yourself
to be completely engulfed in it?

The atrocity of living, your eyes not closed yet in your grave,
The atrocity of solitude, or being tormented with unjustness, or of people lying,
realising so, and yet doing nothing about it
or perhaps the atrocity of your speckyness, with the force's vastness staring at you

So how do you deal with it,
or is that the word, 'deal', would not 'integrate' be a better substitute,
Integrating yourself with atrocity, while retaining your capacity to be differentiated
when the time of yours comes to be broken into pieces

Is there an easy answer, perhaps, or perhaps not,
stay light is all i can say,
feel the heat or the cold, allow it once in a while
to freeze or boil you, as it takes charge of you,
you learning finally, how to enjoy it

The same kind of joy,
as winter bites you now, while summer made you sticky as a child
as you live with yourself now, while you frolicked with your loved ones in the past
as injustice's speaks its unspoken words, while you listened dumbly once to liars,

Finally arrived at an answer?
Or even arrival or departure was an atrocity,
Question is, are there answers,
or perhaps only questions, for you to feel the answers,
atrocious in themselves but so what,
did you not enjoy learning the lessons on atrocity?
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not good writing, repetitive, less original, but atleast at last wrote something..