Dot

By Soumya Bhardwaj

Sometimes you are alone in the crowd,

Baffling with the thoughts 

That you can't say out loud 

Waiting for the time until,

You'll be covered in the shroud 

Will these rosy outlooks make you proud.

These great expectation of the masses,

Those silver linings of the broken glasses,

Either it's an aftermath, or you are a proven sociopath.

Those tickling sound of the watches ,

The sand running down the hourglasses,

People standing there to laugh at your loss

Beholding you as if you are in cross.

Every individual,

Espionage for their own material gain

Harass you until you scream in pain

Harassment is not just physical but mental too

They wanted to make you an angel

But it turned into a devil so soon.

Its either fight or flight, brave or coward

Strong or weak, 

But nobody sees the continuum in the streak

So, every time the nature has to force a disaster

To make you realize that there is no after.

Those innocent minds

Those embodiments so kind 

Don't break it 

Or leave it to die,

For we are all a creation of God 

Waiting to shrink down to a dot

So, find a way 

To live each day

But don't forget,

We are all made of

Same clay.                             

By Soumya Bhardwaj