Virtually Dead Child(2)

Yesterday I saw a child in the form of a beaker,

It was blank and not filled with the sugars of darkness,

Yesterday it was playing and happy in his own world,

It was not being filled with the waters of madness,

It was not toiling and ruining its own puerility,

It was free from any water of busy and arrogant life,

It had a lot of friends and place to explore,

The sweetness and innocence in its voice was rife.

But today I saw the same being filled with water to the neck,

It, in the form of a beaker was still and was inactive,

Even though it was sure that the water was toxic to his life

It was acting as if all that was adoptive,

And as I see they were the waters of sadness,

Waters of heart-break,

Waters of tears,

Waters of loneliness,

Waters of virtual education,

Waters of mere fragrance.

Tomorrow as I see it being cursed by all the ambiance,

The reason will not be it,

The reason will be the addition of the sugar,

Even sugar won't be responsible,

Sugars will be the reason,

The environs will have toxicated every stuff of it,

The world will have brought a lot calamity to it,

Then he will have everything except everything,

Then the same people who trained it for such a tragic life,

Will taste the first drop of it and break the beaker,

Not due to its crappy status,

But due to the dangerous sugars,

They will through it apart and laugh on it,

All that will be left will be some broken glass pieces,

That overfilled water and that over mixed sugar!