Comments about Nithya Balachandran
What Do You Know My Kid?
Dear kid, never have I seen you before
But my eyes are wet with tears now
You were born innocent
To be loved and to contribute
But what do you know about this world, my dear?
Man had created walls everywhere
Nationality, religions are their names.
These have divided the people
And even their minds forever!
Poisoned are these people's mind
They kill their brothers
Only for the reason, that he stands
On the other side of the wall
But what do you know about it, my dear?
Prophets were born here long before
To teach them love and peace
A part of my mind, feeling dolorous,
It is floating wobbly and flecklessly
Bored of the same places, same people,
Same sights and the same routine everyday
It desires a change and is longing for it gravily!
Mundane, is not its thing, indubitably
As it chokes it like more than anything!
But what sort of a change?