Where Are We Heading To?

By Aayushmaan Malviya

No one wants your success,

but your failure is vital.

It is just an opportunity worthless,

The grim looks into your eyes for the final recital.

The Earth is a monument,

of life and death.

There's always a false sense of increment,

when people are forming your wreath.

My mind is a blank page,

Exhilarated by the thoughts of my own.

While the little birds trap it in a cage,

for all they've known.

The sky turns grey,

and so does the land.

Lives hidden under prey,

earning some a grand.

I can laugh, I can breathe, I can smell,

even when I am dying from inside.

There is no one worthy enough to tell,

the rules that we have to abide.

Where are we heading to?

Inncoent lives crumbled apart,

a crave for blood, avoiding the heart.

Us humans have been put to shame,

demolishing lives just over a name.

By Aayushmaan Malviya