I was walking beneath the dimness of a misty night
With a cheerful mind full of optimism, “all is well”.
Myriad noises were hovering in hectic riots of light
Yet one mild voice made my silent conscience swell.
I was passing by so hurriedly while I abruptly heard
A grave utterance of an infant unto another, saying,
“Really, people of this world have become so bad”.
I became astounded by a kid’s deep understanding.
Cynicality has left a mark even in softest of bosom.
I wonder why an innocent child would remark thus
Though it had not met with reality, harsh, gruesome.
Or was it already a victim, like each enslaved mass?
Perhaps his tiny eyes too observed the human-fiend
That devours the weaker ones with their sharp teeth.
Raw power is hovering around the afflicted mankind
And camouflaging, many Evils are rising underneath.