9th June, 1996 || 11:37 – 11:54 AM
So lonely, yet walking at a steady pace,
The crowd, so busy to win the race!
So much to give, and so much to take,
And then, everything is at stake.
With bombs over our heads,
And poverty all around,
Life has become
A survivors’ playground.
No one stops
To take some rest.
They just want to win,
And beat the rest.
Is nowhere to be seen.
Faces mirror gloom,
And eyes lack sheen.
With no one to assuage your grievances,
And no one to punish their offences,
Life has become an embodiment of injustice,
Where money and power make all differences.