CONTRADICTIONS
 
THIS WORLD IS MADE OF GLASS
IT SOUNDS TRUE FOR THOSE
BELONGING TO ELITE CLASS
LIVING IN GLASS HOUSES

FEELING DELIGHT IN LOOKING
THROUGH OPAQUE WALLS
TOWARDS TALL BUILDINGS
AND MULTI COMPLEXES
COLORFUL CARS MOVING
ON WIDE AND SHINING ROADS
CROWDED BARS AND CASINOS

THEY PAT THEIR BACK
TO SEE THE RISING SENSEX
CONVINCING THEMSELVES
THEY HAVE DONE THEIR JOB

THEY CAN'T SEE OR YOU CAN SAY
THEY DON'T WANT TO SEE
THE SLUM DWELLERS
RICKSHAW PULLERS, LABORERS
STREET VENDORS, BEGGARS
POOR KIDS FIGHTING FOR BREAD
WOMEN SELLING THEIR PRIDE
FOR SAKE OF FEW NOTES
TO FETCH MILK AND BREAD
FOR THEIR KIDS

THEY LIVE IN FOOLS PARADISE
THEY DON'T REALIZE THAT
THIS WORLD IS NOT MADE OF GLASS
THIS WORLD IS MADE OF PEOPLE
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF GOD


By Yash_chhabra63

© 2006 Yash_chhabra63 (All rights reserved)

 

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