16.09.2022

16.09.22
-VANYA ARORA


I live 6 hours in a dictatorship stimulation,
I did not have any authority,
Therefore my rights were not a priority,
My hairs were not my own,
Neither was my voice,
The nails which sacrificed themselves,
Whenever I get paranoid,
Were never mine to bit,
They taught us democracy,
But they never practice what they preach,
Reshape the "Rebels" as they do not fit,
"Rebels" who are not culprits,
"Rebels" who are expected to bow their head down and marry silence like a culprit,
"Rebels" who should drink bleach,
Cause death is less painful,
Than crying tears which burn the skin,
Eulogy is often sweeter,
Than the words living hear, ahh so bitter!
So I decided to end my misery,
Just like the girl I heard about once,
So I booked a ticket to Paris,
Carpe Diem? Or last wish?
Who cares? Nobody!
She must have taken an elevator to 7th floor of hee building,
I took an elevator to 7th floor of Hotel Plaza Athenée,
Her railing must have been of wood or steel,
Mine was of ivory,
She must have soaked in view of Delhi Lights,
I saw Eiffel Tower,
She must have taken a step in the air,
I couldn't, cause my life was not as unfair,
Her mind might have gone numb,
Hee heart might have laden with rue,
As I watched the Eiffel Tower turn blue.