Podar International School (Mumbai, India)
As I look at my past,
Wondered how it flied so fast.
Imagined when I of my youth,
Still I yearn to find truth.
Framed I was with beings,
Squalid were those thoughts,
at a distance it didn’t seem,
but immutably robbed was my dream.
Educated I was about life,
sliced the petals of a flower I did with knife.
Reassured was I about my fate,
that ‘Jannat’ I would reach and hatred I must mate.
Walked I did with an arched chest,
strength in my hand, I was blest,
used I did to destroy caves,
stored are innocents in my den as slaves.
Scared of death! Never I was,
induced I did in others.
Several graves built, I, the cause,
never considered them as brothers.
My mind is a factory of morbidity,
its smoke polluting the world.
My actions, at the zenith of insanity,
here comes the fire, under which am I murled.
Now when I think of the present,
I walk my life with resent,
Recalling the poisonous hay of my sin,
Here I am, behind bars, like a garbage in a bin.
Siddhant Iyer is a nature lover, biologist who yearns to write and read effective poems. In his poems, he tries to delve into the mind of the narrator conveying the thoughts to the readers .