Abused
Famished
Hurt
Punished
Stripped off the very foundations of dignity
Barred intellect from every reason
Rambling, on old charred orthodox rules
Fear, clutching the throat with each passing breath.
The more one draws in this sully air
The more is he mutated
Into a daft, absonant, irrational beast
roams in pack, weak when apart.
They say they instruct us
for harsh times to come
who tells them that hard times
in every life are inevitable.
Lost smiles, lost freedom, lost is peace of mind
Lost is the love, one once felt for life
Lost is faith, one once had on self
Bewildered, one wanders in wonder
whether to continue in the lunacy of the realm
or go walk on, alone.
- Vishal Gupta
August 6th, 2010
