He didn’t find a good way to live his life
Hardly got a job as helper that was truly a rife
So his dreams and hopes were always set aside
Collecting bus fare and traveling through rough road
Dealing with the passengers was his routine work
This was what his life looked like
Working hard all day long
To bear all this he was just too young
A day turned out bad to him
Coincidentally, he was caught in a pilfering
And a charge sheet was filed against him
He was shocked knowing this,
He knew he wasn’t part of the mob
He couldn’t eat or fall asleep
The beating and scolding made him weep
The monster-like cops took him away
“He stole, he robbed” were all what they had to say
But what really happened, they didn’t care
The way he was treated was so not fair
Four brutal cops, angry and drunk
Held him tight and put him in a trunk
Locked him away in utter darkness
Then no cries was heard, no tears wept
In the dark night, only peace prevailed
Chains and shocks caused his death
Before he could take one last fresh breath
Maybe he’d find peace after death
But what is it to be done with the merciless?
Justice is yet to be served
Men in power, show some nerve
Those cruel acts must be abolished
Criminals and traitors must be punished
Let dreams be turned into reality
Let voices be raised against brutality
Let justice be given to all those innocent
So happily, their lives can be spent
The poet is an A-Level student at St Xavier’s College in Maiti Ghar.
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