Srishti chaplot

Unjust World

I tried to become a messenger of love,
And learnt that the whole world has a selfish heart.
I tried to become a spreader of smiles,
And learnt that whole world is a cheat.
I tried to serve people so they may succeed,
And learnt that the whole world considered me a foolish chap.
I tried to fight for the right,
And learnt that the whole world is an unjust critic.
I tried to do good to others,
And the whole world did bad to me.
Had I been selfish, smart and confident,
The whole world would have been kneeling besides me.
Had I concerned myself with only my success and interests,
The whole world would have loved me and become my friend.
The world works in an unjust manner...
Yet we have ti live in it till we live....

Submitted: Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Edited: Saturday, June 14, 2014

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