Bordering Insanity

IF WE FORGET HISTORY we are condemned to repeat it..in GAZA or in IRAN ...loss of innocent lives ..young and without any reason...no accountability..bordering on insanity of the decision makers....we no longer can stand on the bylanes..the fire is sure to reach our homes soon..and our souls need to answer this question of obliviousness....i am troubled and anwerable to these questions........THE BOMBING .On February 28, during the opening hours of the assault on Iran, a missile struck a girls’ school in southern Iran, killing more than 170 people – most of them schoolgirls......a crime against humanity takes us back to the dark chapters of history so ...i stand with my FELLOW brethern who are suffering day after day ...this song is an effort to connect to my inner self...and i PRAY FOR GODSPEED END to this oppression. lyrics: Bordering Insanity a young life stealthly tripped by the smirking grim reaper a smoke cloud which unforgivingly grew around a friendly neighbourhood like a deadly poisonous creeper an unsaid farewell..choked by his own last deadly scream helpessly condemned into an unwanted eternal sleep her soul was condemned into the dungeons of her own misfortune to a lifetime of rigorous imprisonment ..amidst of a never heard weep battles are lost but he war still wages on bloodied in hurt and rage I crawled unrepentantly inside this cocoon of my comforted walls Avoid being stripped naked by this outrage As he looked at her from the sky dying slowly again..this time Precipitated by his despair riding an unfulfilled dream Trying to find the quintessential answer ,to this one burning question Mother, why it had to be me? Speechless yet our tired eyes talked drenched in fading optimism I tried to revive his near dead hope Alas wait my child till that judgement day…this diabolical inner deamon of my human mind..wil be hanged by the almighty’s rope My forgotten soul reluctantly ...shudders ..once again… .to put it’s obliviousness to test.. The mind get’s it’s blueprint in action…to wiggle out of this...once more.. this..time the odds seem a bit dicey…a despicable … job wanted.... no more.. The sight of this … tsunami.... Of strange thoughts…which seem on surface ….so calm…. A devastation so diabolical…it’s clearly written on my palm… The voices of my ego..are gagged ..and I see a momentary light of reason As the breathing gets…slower…my selfish self... shouts …”Treason”.. But as it unwillingly…dies…I start to live again…for the first time… in the the moments ….which seem ..dipped in a… soothing balm… I am at peace with myself at last…in this eternal moment.. my conscience speaks to me often now in the presence of his calm written by Satvir Rana video altered and made by AI with collaboration of SATVIR RANA