In this world everything you have, you had, you’ve seen is a
Those seconds, in those minutes of that hour is
Every dream of that night and that night too was a
Every word you’ve said,
Every answer of your question,
They, what they’ve said and their existence too was a
Every promise they’ve made,
Every touch of them you’ve kept was a
In the end,
The life you got, the life you’ve lived,
Lives you’ve seen, was a lie.
A mere lie…
In his book
“My India Ideas for the Future”
Sir A.P.J Abdul Kalam has said,
‘Education cannot be a business or system. Education at all levels has to be delivered in an integrated way by great teachers through a great syllabus, while promoting affinity between the parents, students and the teachers’
They knew, sensible person, I’ve been raised as,
Seen every positive aspect, my life has.
But meanwhile, the person I was
Got a life, anyone hardly knows.
Pulled out from groups, got treated like trash
Soul of mine is all battered & bruised, result of their actions soo rash.
That child I was, got a life soo awkwardised,
A made-up of all those prejudiced
But maybe it was just my
karma, to all those sins I had
Thus, I think they weren’t soo bad
After this realise, what they did
can I justify?
They just trapped me in, a restricted my
ever beautiful dream starts,
With my feet on that ground, wet
And those, Sun and that moon
Lay living on that same sky.
Just like a magic at the horizon,
That sun, taking its life,
And that moon leaving its livings.
In my dream, I’m the part of those winds,
And that cemented wet ground
Which slowly turns into gloomy white clouds
Is its part,
Never got any glimpse more than this but never wished to have much.
Just some day my dream will come in real, I wish……