Saturday, May 30, 2020

Corona Times


Corona Times
Corona Times

All good time is gone with the good old days
This year feels cursed by a pandemic in a race
Every breath feels dizzy and a home feels a cage
Every border is cold in a scary vibes of rage
Our life feels precious when the time is rude
Stressed by the bills and safe is not the food
Got no option but to chant a melody of our fate
Silent is the war with loud deadly outcomes we will face
When million innocent lives died, Is there someone to be blamed?
No guilt is seen in the eyes for which the entire humanity feels ashamed
Patients thrive on our Doctors for a treatment that still not exist
But they won’t let them die anymore even if their rest got R.I.P
“School” we say is the name whose existence is torn
By the winds of time to abandoned them for long
Fading memories are crying for Corona Times to leave
Giving back those days when happiness was at its peak
Better could be the time where no religion would live
Setting all hate on fire making love which they would give
Many lives need a million hands merging in peace
As humanity is above all the religion and believes
There’s a “hope for a hope” for good times to return
For all the birds stuck in the cage and a big lesson for them to learn.

Written byAshish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.


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Monday, May 25, 2020

Stagnant System

Stagnant System
Stagnant System

Time spent once is now gone with all days
The day I woke up in the world, I didn't carry all my paths and ways
To establish a meaning of a thing called “Vision”
Not to stuck in my books doing revision after revision
Cramming stuffs for being called an ostensible educated
To make my status high in a society as what people always stated
Pretending my brain was mine, I was using it for others
Our study system tricked me and played me like a cither
Stern was me as a puppet but is lost to think now on my own
My creations were torn by the restrictions that were timely blown
Up were the grades but still I was down acting as a pigeon
Who was fed in a cage and they won’t let it fly in any season
A future that could I make for a nation in which I was born
Trying to make things easy but now I was left forlorn
I could progress badly only if my mind is set free
Instead doing home works as if my time were leaves on a tree
Why do I do when I am the king of my own inbuilt empire?
To rule over the world with the words setting all sheets on fire
Which are made as reports to rate student’s recalling super power
Driving no sense, but still they want to make out a drop-dead ugly tower
We are in this Stagnant System with many innocent futures at a risk
Surely we can shake the entire system with our efforts that are newely brisk.
There's nothing left in truths to say much and more 
It's time to prove this world that "an interest makes a future of Greatness for Sure".


Written byAshish Dutt
Ashish Dutt.

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