What Are We Leaving

A child opens its tiny faint eyes And beholds the sparkles of earth. It smiles for a second, a second, Then its somber eyes blink, blink. It starts crying with a scared look As if beholding the cynical mask Of the world with its minute eyes. It appears to perceive something, Say something, reveal something. The revelation comes in babbling. Possibly unasked questions to us! What are we leaving for it, what? A world of element, a waste land. A world mired in frauds, sinners. A world polluted in environment. A world of the hurt, void of pity. A world of hatred, ruined in War. A world eaten up inside, hollow. A world of distrust, without faith. A world of cynicism, without end. A world of nuisance, without peace. A world of oppression, cruel-some. A world of bondage, now thrusted.