"Ignorant"
In the unreal warmth and the winter wild
Ignorant about the real, born is the child.
And beside mama, safe he is lyin',
Shining twinkling eyes, seeing her smile benign.
In this fallacious world,enters a pure blood,
Innocent,soft , unaware of upcoming flood;
Everyone is fond of him, kissing his red cheek,
As if he replies, but has no word to speak.
In this garden, born is a new flower,
Unworried like a vagabond, sitting in the bower;
For him, no upheavals, just a simple thought,
about the pleasant rains, not of the drought!
His popularity speaks, he'll be the future king,
moving his limbs here n there, he has the zing;
But on the roads of life, he might dissapear in the world crowded,
Who shall value his simple thinking amongst others' mystery shrouded.
With all betrayals and lies he'll recieve,
What will he do, will he be able to decieve?
How will he survive amidst false smiles n real tears,
How will he cope up with worries and with fears.
One day he might have to run to catch hope's last ray,
And sun might set ending the ugly day...
Giving way to a darker and fearsome night,
When all mounts will be of ungettable height.
Imagine if we're a child today,
Good all days, moments all gay;
our knowledge is the reason for the endless run,
His ignorance is much better to live under the sun.
-Saurabh(on 23.11.2002)
:) kamaal
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