Ruins of a Poignant Mind

Treading down the station platform

With heavy steps to board the train,

A strong breeze brushed against my cheek

And kept me pushing at odds with the trail.

I disobeyed and kept striding

Thinking about those who fought with the disaster

They must have felt rebellious yet hopeless

Simultaneously while fighting.

Fighting for every bit of share

Their lives deserved to be offered with

Or fighting for their lives instead

Luxury must have seemed a myth.

Their entire lives compiled as ruins

Right in front their eyes beheld

The splendor their eyes once spewed

Is now replaced with horror and dread.

How futile life seems to me

You never know what’s going to be

You keep on cribbing about less sugar in your tea

There are people who have nothing even to eat.

We build castles in our head

Buy clothes to look gorgeous drop dead

Spend thousands without hesitating on brands

And bargain with people who have knackered hands

We dream to do charities so grand

That we forget about the value of a pair of pants

That we can bequeath to that hobo

Who lives down the street struck in utter woe.

Let’s bring a change

Extend our mind’s range

Let’s try to help

To anyone uttering a yelp.

Let’s place ourselves there

And think about the grief

Would it then seem fair?

If nobody offered even a bit of relief?