Looking closely

The world doesn’t burn out of hatred,
it burns out of the varied acts of indifference-

of how we refuse to see what we must see,
of how we refuse to learn what we must learn

Nothing ever makes a difference,
or may be everything does in its own crooked ways

I looked at and then looked away-
the tattered clothes on shivering bodies
lying shamelessly under the bridge
on one of the coldest January nights

I looked at and then looked away-
the streets of rioting mob claiming
forsaken identities and amidst it,
my life and the inconveniences of running daily errands

I looked at and then looked away-
smog filled dreams of a burgeoning city,
and a child’s inability to fathom
stories of a star-studded sky

You looked at and then looked away-
my hopeful eyes awaiting the spring
where we left each other last,
the gardens we planted and rooms we adorned
within the fragile walls of our invincible hearts

You looked into all of that-
an era that never changed into anthing else,
And then never looked back

And the world nearly ended
between looking at and looking away

 
I hope you look closely.

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