The IkiGuy

Are we so regionalized in our soul that we keep the region of “empathy” sidetracked,
and show our perfect sneer at another?

Was this a win over a past injustice or well waited vengeance of past bleeding scars?

Was it a victory of old hatred or fall of an archaic political ambition?

Was it a success of good motived cart or a triumph of an ambitious bloodlust driven train?

Was it, at the end of a day, to be humane enough to celebrate but to be inhumane enough to snigger at others wound?

Was it a demolition of senile building of despair or destruction of innate humble soul?

Was it end of an agelong tyranny or beginning of a new, naïve one?

Was It a conclusion of greyed hurt ego or birth of new of hate-win-hate cycle?

Was it so important to win that the healing hands had to take up arms to fight in this holy “war”?

Was it worth at the end day, to stand a top the hill of failed sadness and shout at the end of lungs that, yes, I am the one?

I want to ask, O, Father Hippocrates, where thou humanity lies in your clan of compassionate healers?

Lastly, I ask you, my friend,
Who won anyways?

Dinesh Raja,
     a GMCITe.