Early life,
It would be one day anyway
How naive they can make you keep
A slave you are -not just black
Not just white;
But a child,it's true.
And you realize,
Luck is nothing in to be here
Or,some gifts like abandoned people
You meet on your way.And
Belongings;
So much you lack within
Family,friends and love above all
A proper synchronization in between
Just like another pause,
Somewhere.
And,
When you live in practice-rather than a philosophy
Life,it would be then
Only.
But it's not like that
These days.

~Shashi Raj Pandey