Once a bulb lit in his head.
Hopes arose for a greener planet.
Electrified, it charged high,
And bursted open the dark chains.
That had stiffened his thoughts.
Then, like a bull it gored the matador.
And butted the prison wall.
Many mouths gaped in wonder.
Solidarity once again did miracle.
And humanity celebrated its victory
As history got embellished in golden ink.
Then a mistake,
Alas! A mistake!
It mistook diamond as another stone.
Kicked it and lost the way.
Trampling new lands without a loadstar.
In the hope of a freedom.
It never reached ‘the garden’.
Tired of fishing around.
Ethics became a forlorn artefact.
Tampered, his own self.
And the scale, imbalanced!
A void, thus appeared.
Guiled by the cotton candy.
‘The garden’ vaporized from his mind.
The sweet candy became,
His new raison d’être.
By and by, ‘the garden’, now a hinterland for him.
Faded, and curtains fell over it.
His world shrunk.
His aim belittled.
His-self became his cage.
His wings never grew.
He never flew,
In the enthralling canopy.
To feel the freedom.