Perplexity
Millions of faces
And following them
Millions of faces.
Are these streets or hornet’s nests.
The earth is covered with bodies.
No place to walk, no room to squeeze by.
I look at this and think
That I might as well remain
Rooted where I am.
But what can I do?
Because I know
That if I stop,
The crowd behind me
Will trample me under its feet and crush me.
So now, as I walk,
Under my own feet is
Someone’s chest,
Someone’s arm,
Someone’s face.
If I walk on,
I shall oppress others.
If I stop
I shall suffer oppression.
My conscience!
You are proud of your sense of justice,
So tell me:
What decision have you reached today?
Javed Akhtar :: Quiver ::
