A Gruesome Tale Poem by Kikee Doma Bhutia

A Gruesome tale
Yes, Rousseau said it right,
We were born free with no rights
I feel it too
When I am shackled down with invisible tools
Walking down towards the death
Everyone is doing the same
But creating more pain,
For when you reach the end
There is nothing but regrets
Some are killing for the constitution
Some are with the stricter rules
Some are foreign in the lands untrodden
Who actually made these rules
I read the God said,
'Here is the earth, here is the human, now live here in peace'
But when did the border and the 'LOC's were drew
Human heart are same everywhere
Pumps blood, feels pain
And they breath the same air to live and move.
I wonder what has changed in now and then
When human were in Eden in bliss
But I feel I am shackled here mere by a plastic
Though I walk and say that this is life.
Something better is there for me
But every time I move my leg
My heart had burned in fire and felt the spree
I wire myself with fence and rod
To keep myself stronger
But the plastic burns within the ground below
And tries to melt me down
Though I walk even with wounded feet, and painful heart and tearful eyes
My hands will still hold onto dreams,
Dreams higher than the ground! !
Kikeyla Doma KaleonPa