KAUSHAL SABOO

(24-09-1997 / NAGPUR, INDIA)

Why Race to be first? ?


When a baby comes to this earth,
his profession is decided 2 minutes after his birth.
he didn't even breathe his first.
But 'he should come first' started parents lust,
no one ask him what he wants,
but they say he has to earn money and fame to save us from taunt.

On birth his race of life begins,
first the race of who will speak or walk first get started between kins,
at school, he race for more percentage,
every student gets in competition's rage.
then competition of love is there,
of that emotions and feelings, no one cares.

His whole life is ruined competing e\with others,
he cannot recognize between his foe and brother.
after being raced, whole life for money and fame,
this process will continue for next life the same.

His only important are this money and fame?
can't he live in his own den? ? ? ?

Submitted: Sunday, November 24, 2013
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