The Selfish Street - Poem by Prateek Khard
Till the first Sunlight,
To cover the black under white,
But that’s not right,
Because I am fighting with the ‘Cheat’,
By living under the ‘Selfish Street’.
I do not deserve this!
And I do miss,
My innocent time,
Which vanished like a Rhyme.
Now I weep,
Inside very deep,
And I cannot sleep,
Till I sweep,
Which are making us ‘Less’.
And I will not stop,
No matter what I have to face,
Because I have joined a Race,
To be shown,
And to prove that,
In this Street I am not all alone.
And at last we will experience together,
That this Selfish Street teaches us to differentiate
The ones which are ‘Ours’ with the ‘Others'.
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