At The Backyard Of Dark Ages! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

How will you survive my promised land?
Your inmost genius I see is endangered.
How will you, my beloved country, smile
when thine and mind interior is at stake?
So many barriers for light markers,
And heavens all around for easy-go-nerds...
I'm sorry to your melancholic winds.
I'm sorry as a student of art & literature
I'm sorry as a reader and observer of life & history.
I'm silent as a traveler of truth & beauty
Every single letter gets counted;
Each breathe that I inhale and exhale is counted;
what I've done to undo the malevolent mesh?
Where am I standing today?
Have I expressed the inexpressible
Or I've also been a photocopied pupil
Fashioned student, and articulated star
Am I also a designed course-kid?
Another absolutely empty dawn welcomes me
Another outlined day will follow me.
If I'm really living in 21st century
Or I'm at the backyard of dark ages
Silence irresistibly overwhelms!