Race

Hiding behind closed doors of insecurities

An introvert who hates all formalities

A piece of paper that decides his future

A child suffering from his parent’s torture

A world so indecisive labeling girls as sluts

And in turn they behave as ravaging mutts

Scars on their hearts by colour of their skin

All are same underneath, as through kith and kin

Spouting out nonsense in the name of religion

Ever will they realize, its just an ancient fiction

Running behind possessions, behind every penny

Wasting all their lives, without true to any

Crying out loud for the power of fame

Biding their time, sinking into shame

People suppressed of talent unknown

The world will get better, if they are made to be grown

People who point their fingers to the victims

Are really victims of their past systems

Hiding behind their masks, as no one to blame

Making frivolous mistakes is everyone’s game