That small child of mine in our wee village,
Growing up had always been fun, liberty, independence, and respect.
Expecting a larger life, I've lost my real self in this bustling city.
Validation and recognition is what they all chase;
All that meets the eye is the struggle and the endless race.
People forget their traditions as numbers increase;
Materialism is what they wish!
Every single thing is quantified, even the warmth of human touch.
Growing up is not a journey; it's an unsolved maze.
We are all stuck in this race for what we don't know,
The true meaning of life except beyond the material world.
Humans—an apology to God,
Stuck in this endless cycle of a world
That gave birth to inferiority complexes.
- Rishi
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God's Apology
PoetryGod's Apology - A collection of poetry's. God's Apology explores the emotions humanity has lost. Once, the world was innocent and filled with genuine love and compassion. As children, we saw life clearly and without the material distractions of toda...
