The Little Eyes Weep

The Little eyes weep -The world so big,
Considerate about their dreams,
Ignoring little heart’s screams,
Several roads to take, preferred is that of money,
Wild roads taken leads nowhere sunny.

Who we are, no one knows;
Who we’ll be, just the belittled shadows,
Shadows – that follows where the world leads,
So I went sometime Hitting the willows and sometime weeds. 

Where is lost, my mere existence?
Darkness took over the shadow in single glance,
Always longed to live, but I never did,
I owe this life, A big bid,
Trapped by light, torn by dark with no way out of the hell,
I have a big sad story to tell.

To make my creative brain shrink, 
They gave me healing poison drink,
They taught me to stay happy outside,
And to walk with turmoil deep inside. 

Short life, graced with such a short span,
I stood still, just the time ran,
As they executed my mind , took my breathe,
Made my life worst than the death… 
They call the scientist- the genius brain,
The artist who created the scientist – the mind gone insane. 

Here I m, holding an unknown insight,
A great internal fight,
To turn the unturn, from earth to Saturn,
As an artist, I can create all forms of heaven. 
World will move on… I must be my own sarge,
Clearing the dues of happiness  in this world,
So as to take the next voyage.

Its amazing what an artist can see....,
 how  human loves the mystry of death with his open eyes,
And how beautifully he  falls in love with life once he is about to die,
I have the power to unleash the mystery,
And to recreate the history,
To see the unseen , and reveal the zest,
I have power, immense, to win the crest…

Copyright © Mona Motwani | Year Posted 2017

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