Crumpled, Crushed And Crippled –> LIFE? February 18, 2012
Posted by Akriti Bahal in Feelings, hindi poem, Life, Sad.Tags: Materialism
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It flows with a breeze of wind
It flutters with a hefty storm.
It lies in solitude
At a place so still
While you speedily rush
For your work, your greed
For your desires, your need
As if in a contest with the swarm.
It crumples and crushes;
It chafes its skin
As you step with your horde
Laughing with superiority
At the norm.
It endures your kicks and shoves;
It loses its way in the crass world
As you merrily run and joggle in conform.
Soon the white turns pale
And then muddy black.
The wrinkles grow deep
And the scars, irreparable
Even begin to trace a track.
It still lies there helpless, in pain
With the marks of your shoes on its face
As if just beaten by a group of bullies
In sheer disdain.
With tears and cuts
Rips and ruts,
Bearing your spits and dirt,
It feebly mutters–
कभी किसी को इतने गहरे घाव न दो, के उसके निशान कभी न जा सकें |
And the rumpled piece of paper
That was worthless to all
Still lies there forlorn.
