Relinquishing - En Masse

The train stands still 
As if it doesn't want to move

Dust-laden tracks 

lack empathy

by design

But people are either stoic
or they've given up,
on a large number of things

Themselves, society, governments
things a watcher cannot discern

 

A lack of will omnivailes

Hiding truths that matter, histories 
accumulated on their own

A mist of hopelessness floats
around the monoliths, fallusing up 
from the barren, sun-burned ground

Bared by the feet of millions, 

the unknown builders of  
magnificent tombs 

their hands calloused from the harshness 

of circumstance 

An act of relinquishing happens en masse 
a collective unhappiness is embraced

I could have called it ignorance 

had I been haughty and judgmental

and not a wayward rivulet of the same

great river

This ever-present need to not know —
this flat-out refusal to question things

But now, in this
solipsistical rant

I am trying to emulate the stoicity 
of generations, to
explore its roots in the fickle strands of protein

We fondly term DNAs.

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Anant Dhavale