The Prodigy Poem by Navarun Mallick

I can't fathom for a moment,
The mind of The Prodigy so complex,
It is not just filled with information,
Or books, poems and concentration.

Alas, no! ; these things are forever gone,
The Prodigy's heart is filled with sorrow,
The mind once worshipped by everyone and all,
To be turned on gallows tomorrow.

A mind so brilliant, a heart so touching,
Yet they lie unheeded for,
Those feats that inspired noble ideals,
Are now spit and scorned upon.

The world now accepts only 'swag',
Appreciating knowledge are days of yore,
The men who once achieved miles,
Are now just junk of old.

Knowledge is now not cared for,
A person with true knowledge is picked upon,
With all great minds drowning in bullying,
Knowledge might as well as be really gone.