World Within World

In the midst of the gloomy waft,

Facing rudderless direction, sitting squatted

With Ladden hands impelling hard,

Residual flakes down the road.

Grubby kid misfortune with stigma,

Sits safely in her pouch,

The pleasure he finds in his world,

Awful mother still pushes hard.

A similar group of children,

Squeezing bliss without tasting,

Centred around one bicycle,

Running to and fro for a chance.

She's cumbered by stereotypes,

Expeditious Megacity,

Just behind her untapped,

But she is stuck in the mere marsh,

World in the world.

Call those authorities please,

Releasing balloons of opportunities and schemes,

The world applauds raising colours,

Did those threads fall into impoverished hands?

As the Infant gets off the pouch, give his world.

With kind hands turn her back, let her explore.

Let them dive ocean of knowledge, and quench their thirst.

Mutually close those globes that shut access to the global world.

Look at them with new eyes, smile and smile and smile theirs too.