An Epitome Of Monstrosity Poem by Raniyal Niyada

I: Of Cruelty

Red painted Caravans,
Spread long before the world.
Corners decorated by cold
Lifeless remains of human.
Fragranced by the
Rotten smell of animal love.
Cruelty masked by the name of entertainment.
People fighting own brother for fame and money.
People rarely stops to see who lost,
Rather than to see the winners.
Forgotten are those names,
Like a line drawn in air.
None does stops to see them.
Lost the senses, everyone rushes forward.
For, where their destination is, still unknown.

II: Of People

As if by intuition they run in same direction.
Some few rare,
Stops and stares at the travelers.
Some moves in slower
Pace, as if on guard from the world.
Some moves in another direction.
I am among the onlookers
Absorbing them all…
I stopped none, they didn't even notice me.
Catching a slow pacer's eyes
I tried to read them…
But alas, he moved fast enough.
Next came the last batch
They do not seem to rush,
Neither did they crawl…
They seem to be strolling as in a park
Big happy smiling face, they wear.
Every one of them smiled at me…
As if I am some long lost friend of theirs.
Even tears left them seeing
Long lost lives so wasted…
But still they moved
Towards a world of their own.

III: Of Decision

Standing there enough, I realized,
Time to decide how I shall move forth.
Answers coming as soon as the question aroused.
Not thinking twice,
I leaped and joined the happy faces!
Finding a kind of peace
That I always craved for…