Heavy set maybe your frown,
But to me the riches
Come with a gown…
Adorned by men, accepting false niceties,
The concept of high life seems asking for amnesty…
Frustrated, your children cry,
For their textbooks seem to tell them lies…
I wish I had known education is a farce,
For then I wouldn’t have spent childhood in class.
To me the doors open under a canopy,
and life in earnest might not be a comedy…
The olden times with the restricted souls
Show me more freedom than the democratic goals,
For in the secrecy, there was a field,
To explore your dreams, and not make life your foe…
The foul smell of liquor, and bitter cigarette,
Have consumed what might be our only etiquette.
The lesson learnt of the nights you dream,
Is but shallow and distant, in this freedom-less regime.
We might have gotten better with our technology,
But the devil has won, the only true prodigy,
For we now suffer in vanity and insanity,
Count the numbers that rule our economy,
As we continue to lose, what is our humanity.
~ A Poem by Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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