by Vaishnavi Ramesh
As the sun decided to hide its face,
The old man began to quicken his pace,
To reach the spot where he planned to spend,
A few peaceful moments which he felt the Lord would lend.
Old beautiful memories played in his mind,
Of pitch black koels singing the praise of their day’s find,
A man and his fiancé walking hand in hand,
And him asking for her favourite jewellery brand.
But what the retina in his eyes had perceived,
Did not coincide with what he thought the world had achieved,
A man cursing his wife for not making a meal of his choice,
A tiny girl weeping for her pretty doll which was ripped apart by a group of big boys.
The old lad grumbled to himself in utter silence,
Wondering whether the whole world was filled with such tyrants,
Because of whom the world is like a machine with no grease,
Who deplete this planet from what it lacks,peace.
To me,a nobody in this train of life,
It seems like we will forever suffer in this strife,
Life,which used to be pictured as a boon by many,
Will just become a never ending movie where the villain never dies and to all the innocent living will cause agony.
