Rhyme time
Life’s irony

Standing under the same sun

Beneath which those little kids stood

Watching their pale face and eyes dun

I looked at the irony of life stunned

Feeling weak and trapped, I looked

At those poor hands begging for a penny

I had one but will they get their life booked

For love and happiness that is uncanny

I was helpless

I could not address poor’s plight

This thought is making me restless

How can I do them right?

I was the one in Sector 17 enjoying

They were spoiling their childhood in the crowd

Which could not hear what they wowed

Nobody cares of these unwanted shrunken bodies

Roaming in between them

Even if one of them dies

Burning beneath the same sun they stand under

Unfortunately, even I was also included

In that crowd for whom they were excluded

Standing under the same sun

Arshiya Dhir, B.tech 1st year, Chitkara University