Me - the Inquisitor

I built a large house
Gave much importance to all details
To make it look lovely
And for neighbors to envy
What I did not care about is
Where all the waste would go
I could have laid a nice pipe connection
It would not cost me a fortune
But why bother
When I can send all the waste
To the nearby colony
Where the not-so-rich live
They have lived all their lives
Amongst pigs and buffaloes
But for me
I live in a scented house
Everyone admires me

I built a chemical factory
Taking care of details for the safety
Of my workers
I love my employees
With love I have kept them slaves
I appreciate their work with bonuses
They call me the best employer
I am the most loved
But only in my own company
I never bothered about pollution
outside, but inside it is heaven
I have another small colony nearby
Where I can send all the garbage
After all they are used to them

I showed my brilliance
To a old friend of mine
But he loathed the way I lived
For me caring less about fellow beings
But I seldom care
I ask myself the question
When big capitalists
Can make all the hue and cry
If their fishes die
And call it an accident
When because of them some thousands die
And thousands still not have come of its effect
Even after good number of years passed
And can say with all the cool
It is a closed chapter
Why can't I be stone-hearted
People don't lie in the past
Move on, move ahead
You gotta live with it
That is how the world works
I am still sending my garbage
To the nearby colony

Cry of a grown-up

There is a child in everyone
Only a few would admit
Just as in our world
Letting the child out would seem childish

We once were chasing butterflies
And went behind grasshoppers
We hopped as they hopped
The number of dragon flies
Caught and left
We failed to count

Lying on meadows
and climbing the trees
Are long forgotten
The grasses that we played with
And the smell that we carried home
The richness of grass and scent of wild flowers
Which when as a child
Were ones that gave us joy
Fail to excite us now

The castles on sands
That we built
The fortress and playhouses
Big and small
Our own weapons - bow and arrows
Not to forget the wooden sword
The dramas enacted in the open
With no spectators
But the wide-wide sky
The green cheerleaders clapping their hands
Those trees that we loved
who gave us shadow and place to play
Both up and below
Are now gone
To be replaced by lifeless stones
That what we call home

Every stone had a story
Every mud and clay had life
Life wasn't worth a dream then
But dreams were life
We laughed together
We cried together
And we hooted together
People indeed were around
We never bothered them
Nor did they
It was our own world
Different but close to heart

Certain things are allowed
only for those who are just above 18
It's been ages since we crossed the landmark
Yet we are not allowed
To enjoy what we enjoyed once
Not by others but by our own egos
Just because we are adults