By Pragya Madhure
I screamed loud and I screamed clear
It took immense courage to wipe my own tear
Fighting this art, abstract and deep
Of deception, control, and low blows cheap.
They the revered sun,
The moon, the entire solar system.
Me …A fleeting comet,
Must follow their convoluted dictum.
The string-pullers grouping
scripting my success.
Cruel to the core laughing at my distress.
I’m Welcomed only if I stoop to assist ‘em,
Burnt for sure if I dare resist ‘em.
Yes I can be a star
But may shine only from afar
With iron hand and treachery
they control this world’s trajectory
Bullies,
All-around
Artists of deception town
They bleed you dry they kill you slow
Their colors you may never know
How can I shape my destiny here
They’ll make sure I disappear
Oh, I’ve been strong too long –
[Alone !! ]
Now I’m going, going, gone.
[With a broken heart, I bid adieu.
if you didn’t support me then don’t waste your tears now . ]
I’ve been writing about bullying on my page for long. In a sad turn of events, a beautiful soul fought hard, alone. Tragically he let go. Can anyone be held accountable? How can we unmask the face of deceit? It has apparently mastered cunning