Isnt The Creator our Saviour as well?

By Hriyanshi Gupta

Isnt the creator our saviour as well?

I am a victim of my thoughts,

That makes me feel so afraid of life.

To walk on the streets alone,

To sleep alone,

To be surrounded by the people 

Who make you feel like,

You are just a soulless body after all.

She told me that,

She had seen all the horror in this world,

One i couldn’t think 

Could happen to someone,

Because innocence is filled inside of me.

It breaks my heart,

To be a surivor in the existing world,

and to still feel like a victim.

“You are kind hearted,

Soft minded,

Dear be aware."

It makes my heart

Skip a beat,

To think of the reality,

To still exist.

What if l am next in the queue

of the victims?

“Many will haunt you,

Shatter your heart,

Scratch your skin,

Tear you apart,

Dear be aware."

So how do I tell her?

I have heard tons of stories,

Seen some incidents,

Been through a few.

It breaks and cracks my heart wide open,

To be the part of the community,

That has no sense of humanity.

How can I live in this

So called world,

Where sanity is invisible enough,

For people to survive and live

peacefully.

But as  speak from a land full of dreams,

I ask the same question,

"Which corner of the street is unharmed?"

Dear be aware,

Dear be aware.

By Hriyanshi Gupta