From The Quill

In deadly vicious circles I go.  Every day in monotony's show:  Life is as good as this loop, In between dreams and reality, I snoop  Upon how even in desperate attempts  Reigned to the rod, my dreams tempt,  For me to free away from this chain  And come back here never again:  Every day in the same place  I gallop at a similar pace,  Repeating the same mistakes,  My tired heart aches: You watch me, amazed  Shiny white, newly painted;  Poor man, I laugh at the ignorant you,  For in the wooden horse that you screw. You reflect your own life through me,  In a circle of monotony,  You live a life, just like me,  Too scared to break free. ~ Suranya  

I roam aimlessly in the scorching sun Winter rain and snows, Tattered clothes, dirty hands, A pair of soles for shoes. Extending my little palm to you, Eyes pleading helplessness, I ask for alms, hungry and hopeless. I know not where I was born,  My name or age, or where I belong;  In the concrete jungles of your wealth  Alone I wander under the open skies,  To find help in comforting lies.  Your eyes avoid me like I am invisible,  Some stare with suspicion, and others hate,  Some sympathise with people living this way.  A penny for you, precious treasure for me  Leftover waste on your plates  A hearty meal I seek for me and my mates. If I ever met your God,  To whom I see you pray to every day  With Food and riches, clothes of all kinds,  While from me you walk away,  Cringing your nose, cursing in your mind,  I will surely ask Him why he takes it all,  Gives me not even a share of the goodies, small. ...