The Green Road Ahead
Doped with Wind Striking Gold
People feeling for People
An unending stream of Tears
Mysterious pain is felt through swollen Eyes
Sun's unsure, who's he lighting up
People unsure, what's dwelling up
Everyone begging for a Cure, craving for Mercy
Too much of burden for I, Me and Myself
Freedom is their Birth right, why shouldn't they have it?
They want to soar out for Money
Want to Romance their Honey.
Worried for their little Bed and Blanket
Laying with fist, grabbing the warmth beneath
Is it a Dream or desperation of mine
But what could I do
I saw a high headed drove Sedan
A naked kid hustling with a burnt tyre
Our Fathers want us to achieve riches
Make our own niche
Never whisper about gruesome World
Never scold us to discover the inequity of Life
I feel estranged with burden of kindness
I see no one on the front
It's a lush Green Mile ahead of me
That door of Sedan will never open
The naked Kid will go on with his drill
A Hand of God or an Epidemic looms in far-sight
Those closed Doors are locked Bars
The Keys are beneath their little Beds
I can watch Sun and Moon Sea-Sawing
On second thoughts can walk that Green Mile
Atleast I am out in the Open
Hoping against the hope
It's between my conscience and Science of life
I don't know, I am stuck or standing
But I have seized that Green Mile for sure.
Copyright © Ashutosh Gupta | Year Posted 2015
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