Never was my life a bed of roses,
Ups and downs, I knew never ceases,
Today in the pretended world, I stand,
Unity and integrity is burnt
Dew drops cease to sparkle.
And life has come to end in the fragmented world.
Fragmented is my world, even to its core,
Others, they pretend not o see.
The luxuries that this life offers,
Try to mask its basic deformities,
People adjust just to survive.
The only hope is hope itself,
A hope to elope to my native land,
Where each of cells is integrated.
Education claims to e flawless,
But indeed it is hopeless,
As my sisters are taken away,
In the name of safe education.
But a question to those in charge,
Isn’t it safe to emerge?
My mind tries to link
Without discrimination, without fragmentation.
I have an insight to change this world,
The one in power have refused,
A prehistoric barbarian, I presume.
Robert Frost talked about walls,
Rabindranath Tagore spoke about world fragmented,
Why?Why?Cant the people understand
Or do they fear change,
Questions and doubts never saturate
And the rebel in me refuses
To be a part of this bogus world,
To merge with this unnatural world.
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