The cradle swayed to welcome the seed,
And added him to the human creed.
His tender hands and pure cry,
Another innocent soul dropped from the sky.
He found the world to be a tapestry,
Knitting colors of happiness endlessly.
But with age his vision cleared,
And before long dreams were smeared.
The black boards preached that men were free,
He grew to be bound by country.
The fairy tales said that life was fair,
He matured to see the dishonest air.
It seemed the world went for a change,
As he saw their hearts exchange.
Love and care was thought to be,
A rare weakness and life's irony.
His school taught hardwork shall shine,
Life demonstrated the effect of blood line.
And that laws were not so strict,
If one had a Godfather's verdict.
Honours and values were the unspoken star,
Noone cared who the heros are.
Instead eyes races to meet the grace,
Of another ephemeral popular face.
Wise men said coins meant greed,
He grew to see the addictive need.
And that justice was best served here,
But money it seemed was worth more dear.
To him his dreams had turned so unfair,
That he categorized it as nightmare.
For in such a world was had to strive,
But to his horror he was alive.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
