Wrong Equation Poem by HB Rita

I was standing in the gray section of my life
Overwhelmed, Extremely devastated
Hunting in search of light in a misleading life
I was then acting as a wild predator
One day, I was walking freely, purposeless
In the meantime, I met a handsome young man
Tidy clothes, walking with a limp
He looked at me,
It seems like he knows me already
I asked, who are you?
"I'm a happy man" he replied
Why are you limping then? I asked
"My leg have been sick! I cut one off"
But you said you are happy-I murmured
The young man smiled and said,
"I removed the disease! I can at least walk, isn't it enough? "
I was astonished
It felt ashamed to think,
I've been searching for happiness behind the scene, worthless.

I walked a bit further
I felt someone is calling me back
I looked back
Someone with tangled hair was looking at me
I said, what do you want?
The man gave me a dead look with a fish eye
I startled
The man came close to me
I step back with his appearance and said,
What do you want?
Without saying a single word
He moved forward to the dustbin
Started looking for food
I came to know the wholeworld is starving with hunger!

Then I walked a little further
A girl wearing a veil was sitting beside her mother
Next to the tree on the street
The mother saw me passing by and yelled,
"Give me some money! We haven't been eating anything for past two days"
I looked at her with sympathy and compassion
The girl looked uncomfortable
She kept pulling her veil to hide her face
I realized, one part of her face is completely burnt
I asked the mother, what happened to her face?
Tears weeping mother said,
After rape, acid was thrown on her face!
I see life then with a different perspective
I see transitional clouds shattered with the fear of vultures!
Therefore, I removed the wet clouds from the sky of my mind.

On the way home I wondered,
Searching for the contentment and gratification
I forgot the whole world is filled up with sickness
Living with a secured life, yet
Judicial extravagant mind cries for more
We see only the cloud of tears in the happy world
We do not see how the tears-shed fertile the land
Therefore again, I beg for forgiveness of Almighty
Once more, I expressed my gratitude to HIM.