THE CYNICAL WORLD

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Struck in traffic so long and slow
Everything is still, there is no flow
Struck in a place so deep and dark
Unable to evade without leaving any mark

Every time you try to climb, someone pulls you down
In the depths of perfidy they will let you drown
There won’t be a next chance if you don’t hold on
You’ll be crushed in stampede, in a state beyond torn

If you sob you’ll find the whole world doing the same
The one’s guilt ridden still walk without any shame
Everyone is busy in placing the blame on other
With traitors our strength is crumpled even when we are together

If you controvert and vengeance is what you seek
Become strong as steel and raise your strengths to its peak
Remember the path that you will take is covered with thorns
As you walk the pain will be felt by all your neurons

If your will is strong, let not the pain hinder
When enemy has to be slain, let not your heart be kinder
The love that has been lost will not be found
The sins won’t leave, even when one is buried underground.

                                                                        ~ Surya
                                                                        Satirically

This is my latest , i have penned a few more which i will publishing soon with some time gap in between.
Location: Sainik School, Bijapur, Karnataka, India

Comments

  1. raghu13 October 2011 at 00:18

    Pessimistic way of world...
    Great job.Keep it up...Waiting for more...

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  2. rohini15 October 2011 at 10:07

    so thotful poems..:)can c a shakespeare in u..hats off..!:)

    ReplyDelete
  3. milind25 October 2011 at 04:15

    it is the best i have liked from your lots

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