The ugly truth

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I do not know what to write 
my heart's sinking and mouth's going dry 
little do i understand the tactics of the world 
where people hurt each other just for fun 

I am often asked about my sad life
with a sore face minus any cute smile 
I ask them to look at the dark side 
which is filled with pain and sorrow 
something which will elongate their eye brows 

Little do i care about the bright world 
for i know its reality and its place of birth 
i am not going to be fooled by your smile , you ugly being !
for i know that you are nothing but a selfish king 

If you still ask me to smile , I will show you the marine 
the place which is filled with tears of the destitute 
with souls of dead bodies crying with pain 
but all you do is turn around and curse me for bringing the disdain
i look at him and say "It is your claim , my friend " 

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Our future is at stake !

"Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven." . Childhood is a stage free of adulteration and mannerisms . But there are certain children who though regarded as children end up being termed as orphans . Few of these 'orphans' end up begging on the streets while few of them are adopted by Juvenile homes. My visit to such a Juvenile home changed my outlook towards the society . 

I was welcomed with innocent eyes , eyes which had been waiting for me . I couldn't recognize any of them but i had a feeling of nostalgia . I could see them beaming with happiness , fighting for their turn to talk to me . They were happy to entertain us , grace the event with their bubbly talk and moves . Though they seemed happy , there was a sense of sorrowfulness and grief in them . When asked , they told me about their story and how they ended up at the juvenile home. They brunt the wounds of their past and were not happy with their present . 

Few stories were unbearable . A child came to me , urging for a handshake ; i did so willingly only to be informed that he was dumb . "His mother cut his tongue " , they said . I couldn't believe my ears . How can a mother be so brutal and tyrant . What amazed me was their endurance and their will to continue and meet their parents one day . Not everybody had the will , there were few who had no knowledge of their surroundings and had given up on life . No matter how much i strive to make them laugh , their lips wouldn't part . They complained about the food and hygiene . Many north Indians complained that they were discriminated by the officials and beaten badly when not concurred to their demands . 

I was dumbstruck . I was met with helpless eyes but couldn't do anything . The juvenile home was run by  the Government and  any step taken to help these children would be tagged as anti-government . Their innocent faces still haunt me . I have done everything to find their families but in vain .

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