☆Highest ranking #12 in poetry (25/07/2017)
☆1st place winner in THE ROSE AWARDS.
What if our reality is our dream and dream is our reality?
Nah! but here are those which are swinging between the two... the words which are swinging between your DR...
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Yesterday lying all day long in my air conditioned room, And watching movies all night, A question stuck to my mind, What is life?
The next day I went out, And my eyes caught a group of little rag pickers. It's hard living and working like that barefoot, Still that innocent smile spilled over, into their eyes. A question stuck to my mind, What a life?
I moved a little, and saw a year old kid. Sitting next to his cold skinned mother and asking her to open her eyes, He was a bit hungry I guess, But unaware that his last hope was dead, not alive. A question stuck to my mind, Is that a life?
The next I saw a father working over-hours, I asked and he said I have to earn more all day and night, But what's the reason behind the over-hours, And he said, I wanna gift my boy, a bike. A question stuck to my mind, Damn! That life!
At last I peeped into a house, The time when the moon was bright. They fed their kid with a little rice, And their parents slept happily drinking just water that night. A question stuck to my mind, Is that called a life?
And then I went back to my home, My mom asked me, where you've been? I told her after being out all day long, The harsh realities I've seen.
The kid without slipper and the mother without soul, The father with a bit more efforts and those parents with their blurred hopes, The struggles they make to live a day more in this world, alive, And after being out all day mom, now I know ' This is LIFE! '
