On The Way To A Better World !


I hid my face securely between the soothing palms of Mother Earth,
And passed by, the world without caring, taunting and laughing,
Some do stop just to ask, “Hi joker, feeling pity for your maker?”,
But I stay as dead as a stone, crying in muteness alone.

My friends are my Golden fish and a family of white mice,
The stars that shine, the wind that blows and the darkness.
I fear the sun and the daylight so busy to the living souls,
I am cursed, I am hurt and cornered to be alone.

Sometimes in the past I lived among this mass running with a smile for miles and miles,
Galloping like a stallion with pride and honor, living as a brave young lion,
I kissed the first rain and hugged the friendly tree, dancing in every beat and smelt so free,
I loved laying on the tender grasses tingling all over and loved to sit and enjoy the beautiful rainbow cover.

I cried only when storms blew, as it pained when the pirate winds hurled the branches through,
My dad used to console with the same words every time, “The winds are not pirates.
Nature gave them the job to replace, those that are dead and those that are weak.”
But I never understood then what he actually meant, that was an advice to be followed and not words to console.

And today when the storm blew down the lane of life to choose the best and discard the weak,
I fell the victim with hands soaked red, face bluish and shadows blurred around with there Halloween dance breaking my beak,
Twitching and cracking sounds rang in my ear, but people acted so dumb that none could turn to hear,
I lay for days with bitter thoughts and bitter mind just to close my eyes, while moving to a new world after death truly clean and nice.

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I am a college student with enormous energy to talk and act. I was in class three when I first wrote a story although it lacked traces of reality. It consisted of my imagination and rhymes. My parents were oblivious to the fact that I can write poems and stories, as I am a very secretive person. It was during my 12th standard examination when one of the invigilators found me of my scribbling on my question paper, a piece pertaining to the incidents of the Examination Hall. Since it consisted of blatant, ugly truths of the prevailing scenario of the Hall, I was reported to the Principal and my parents were summoned. That was how for the first time my parents came to know that I have a knack towards writing. I was censured, but simultaneously the externals did pat my back. And that's where I was propagated to take my writing seriously. It was my seat of Inception to Revelation of my Being through poems. It was an inexpressible feeling where I was chided as well as praised by my Principal Sir. This is why I kept on writing what ever popped up in my mind and penned down my thoughts about my family, nature, parents, feelings and even animals. I am not a poet by birth but I am a poet by situation. I love to write poems as they are my best means of expression and my pen is my best comrade.
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