I’m wondering what we have come up to
A world with nobody to talk to
You don’t trust the man sharing your bus seat
Nightmares that raise your beat
The man did no bad to you
Just didn’t prove to you
Guilty until proven innocent
The stranger you call an immigrant
A child grows to be a killer
But learn from the caterpillar
You don’t know if it will live or die
Just let it live and don’t ask why
The right ones will always be butterflies
A stranger can have those beautiful eyes.
OK, don’t feed the poor with your filthy money
Feed your rusty pride because that’s more funny
Don’t take chances and don’t make friends you say?
One day the unknown will make you pay
A world with programmed minds of human
The so called totally acumen
The good in the bad has gone
The bad in the good has won
You don’t see the bright sun that shines
You don’t see the beautiful lines
All your programmed eyes see
Are the UV rays that curse thee
The demolished ruins in the news
All the negativity we choose
All that trends on Twitter and Facebook
Empty canvas and empty sketchbook
For its a program that learns from only mistakes
But life has lots of unbaked cakes
Building an invincible man are you?
For hell, you are making a long queue
A world where ‘terms and conditions apply’
Is more common than ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’
You good at something? You never do it for free
Never said the big mango tree
Where is the one who used to say
Be good and polite every single day?
Oh there she is, your mother that you forgot
What if she took a cent for everything she taught?
A world with skeptical minds
Full of questions of every kinds
You don’t accept a “Buy 2 Get 3”
Oh because they don’t specifically tell you it’s not free?
You say you never compromise
But don’t you ever realize?
For every question you make
Not every Facebook photo they upload is fake
If he’s a hypocrite you assume
Into his genuine proofs, why do “you” zoom?
Being rude and being true
Not a thin but a thick line we drew
A child questions the unknown
Only an adult questions the poor stone
“Everybody is so busy with the good XYZ that nobody noticed the bad ABC”
Such Facebook statuses flooding with negativity you see
Yes, I was busy with the good
But were you crying about the bad in the lonely wood?
Yes, you can watch a movie without updating status your
But hey “cool sarcastic dude”, that’s what Facebook was made for
Yes, girls watch football and cricket
And it’s not about the gender equality ticket
Yes, people like Justin Bieber and the others hated
Because they don’t like things based on how they are rated
For its cool to follow the cool isn’t it?
The more you curse, the more is your wit?
In a world where everybody wants to be somebody else, aren’t we?
Then why do you complain if you are not free?
You study for a job of 8 hours a day
You forfeit your love for the right way
Then why do you complain
Isn’t this how you prepared your brain?
You collect certificates to get a job
I warn you, one day you will all sob
When your sons and daughters will tell you their dream
And you will tell a tale how you couldn’t follow yours in the scheme
For every guitar player that stops strumming and picks up the ‘character datatype’ strings
The world loses another artist to the suicide song he sings
A world where we all get so mean
To nowhere, our hearts lean
Where have the young innocent thoughts been?
When did death call the teen
How will the world survive
With our corrupt minds on a long lonely drive
Have close friends five
Find out what you thrive
A reason for being alive.
– Mahaveer Verma
A word about the poem:
This is my first ever poem. And I know this is too long to be qualified as a peom 😛 But that just happened. Oops 😛
And you might be feeling the poem hits a lot of negative feelings one can have about others, right? Sorry but that’s the most suitable way I decided to put forward what I notice around the world these days. At times, people are not being what they should be. The world is changing. Whether you like it or not. But at the same time, believe me when I say there is still ‘the good in the bad’. Yes, today, this poem reflects the bad in the good because you can’t always be happy about everything bad that happens. Sometimes you need to look the bad in the eye and challenge it.
So with a promise that the next time I write something, it will be about the sun that shines rather than the crying rains, see you next time
Hope you liked the poem and I hope I conveyed what I really meant to..