Childhood without green, everything is like a grid,
not human beings, machine slaves, mechanical donkeys everywhere.
A student whose English is flawless
gets a first class in the examination.
The green field in his neighbourhood remains unknown to him though.
He did not touch the cricket bat!
Watched football from the distance,
only Facebook chat or the “Temple Run” in leisure.
I was weak as a teenager,
Even in a weakly constructed uneducated society,
suicide is a perversion of the teenage minds.
Nice poem as usual. But the last message that is enough to give a slap to this bitter reality.