This poem was guest blogged in Jyotirmoy’s Blog, Racing Against Time.
One has to study, because neighbour’s kid does,
One cannot dance, because no one near does!
The wealth, the class, the mass, that was,
The discussion of groups, of – such an ass!
While many dreams die, burst inside,
Fire within and chaos the internal,
No one hears the unheard howling cries,
But everyone hears the amplified factual lies!
When one has the competence, other gets to do,
When one cries with skills, other laughs in disability,
Once there is a gender, once there is an age,
Ask me not what stops, there is so much rage!
As the deceased diverges, Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous and the water cries,
Like a half carved statue, undefined shape,
One stands ugly, while the meaning cries.
One got slapped, other harassed,
Another was followed, someone was raped,
One got mocked, other made feel ugly,
Another was back-stabbed, someone was fired.
The cries of pain, heart with dark stains,
For all the things dared, the darkness itself scares.
The regrets are strong, never felt so wrong,
Did not know why, where life seems a lie.
Things never understood, never explained,
Hidden in the smiles are darkness and fear files,
Numerous masks, never no one to ask,
For it is ugly, taking darkness into the team.
Never saw the sunshine, or what it actually meant,
For only could rent, a deathbed just fine!
In the end, came all, looking at the fall,
Only words they sell, “Sleep Well!”
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