Adi Dantre, Class XI C
Suddenly I realize the ridiculing reality,
Not childhood, nor adulthood, nor complete maturity,
When the greed for more is sunk in simplicity,
When the fiber of morality is dipped in insanity,
That is realizing the ridiculing reality.
You reach a place, you don’t know where,
The life you love is in despair,
A breeze of sudden care,
Warns, you that you must prepare,
To gain you must risk,
To love you must care and to step you must dare.
After showing all this unworthy care,
You roll down like a snare,
Yet you see a helping hand,
In this treacherous land,
A voice inside you demands reason,
Why this sudden mist of treason?
Catching hold would save my life,
Or would it put me on the edge of a knife?
Two hands meet to save one another,
What is felt, is a soft cover,
A cover, a cloud of blistering insanity,
Garnished with disemboweled morality,
Only to reveal the ridiculing reality.
