At the dead of the night, I meet my conscience to see if it's still alive, As I think
It's slowly fading day by day, night by night
When I pay for a meal in a restaurant like this
Am amount which might be monthly income of a guard who holds the door for me
My conscience dies bit by bit
And I can't find peace within.
When I buy a designer dress which costed me a bomb and I see women on the road in tatters to hide their dignity, my conscience dies bit by bit.
And I can't find peace within.
When I buy vegetables from a vendor and see his son CHOTU at work who should be in school studying, I try to look away.
My conscience dies bit by bit and I can't find peace within.
When I buy expensive gifts for my children and
While returning home see the half clad children with hungry stomach and watery eyes, selling the toys at the red light, my conscience.........
When my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Skipping her school to complete my work, I should tell her to go back to school but I see the sink loaded with dishes and so I keep quiet
And let her work against my wishes
My conscience........
When my city is choking and our lungs are clogging, I take my car to work everyday
Neither taking a metro Nor trying a car pool,
One car won't make any difference as I think
My conscience......
When I hear about rape Or murder of girl in the womb, i feel sad but I am thankful it wasn't my daughter. I can't see myself in the mirror, my conscience dies bit by bit....
When people fight over caste creed and religion, my soul is wounded, my country is collapsing, I blame the govt and the politicians , releasing myself of all the accountabilities, my conscience dies bit.......
When covid spread it's tentacles, people were wailing and dying, pleading for oxygen and hospital beds, with my family I was sitting in my cosy shell, feeling protected and not botherrd about others, my conscience dies bit by bit
And I can't find peace within.
When in the dark, I visit my conscience and find it still breathing , I am surprised as with my own hands, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, I kill it, I conceal it, still struggling to find my peace.
My conscience dies bit by bit and continues to die day in and day out.
