Relinquishing - En Masse

The train stands still 

with a dis-inclination to move

the dust-laden tracks were made that way, 

their lack of empathy is by design

but people are either stoic

or they've merely given up,

on a large number of things:

themselves, society, governments

things a watcher cannot discern, 

the lack of will that omni-vales beyond

wrappers

hiding truths that matter, histories that 

have occurred in this great odyssey

a mist of hopelessness floats

around the monoliths rising up 

from the barren, sun-burned ground, 

bare from the feet of millions - millions who've built 

these magnificent tombs of greatness 

with their work-hardened hands 

a relinquishing happens en masse 

a collective un-happiness gets embraced

If I'd been haughty or judgemental

I would've called it ignorance 

this ever-present need to not know 

this flat-out refusal to question things

but at this moment in time, through this

solipsistical rant

I am trying to emulate the stoicity 

of generations

attempting to

find its roots in the protein- strands we like to call

our DNAs.

.

Anant Dhavale

Previous version of the poem :

Apathy, generalized

The train stands still 

with an apparent dis-inclination toward the desire to move

dust-laden tracks were made that way, their 

lack of empathy is by design

and people are either stoic

or they've merely given up 

given up on a plethora of things

themselves, the society, the governments

a watcher does not know, the

lack of will omni-vales 

wrappers, dust-laden - happily pervade

not feeling the need to know 

could be termed as ignorance

by the haughty and the judgemental

but at this moment in time, with these

 solipsistical musings

I am trying to emulate the stoicity - if we can call it that,

of generations - attempting to

inscribe it on the protein- strands we like to call

chromosomes.

-

Anant Dhavale