നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ

I wish, I was never born
To this malignant world
To be a part of ironies that abides,
Where eyes are blind and ears are deaf,
Where blessed are the fools.
A world where barbaric rules prevail,
Powerfull shall rule
And fragiles destined to their course.
Raise a voice, you are cursed
Bear in silence, the stain of slavery.
For Resistance alludes the insolent,
Silence bears the curse of the weak.
Marked once, it follows not to the grave,
But generations yet to come.
Till doom, a day when schemes get moved
Speak not,cling on to silence until then.