Coming from the village, Ranga
Wonderstruck by seeing the lights and colour of city,
Bewildered looking to the glitter of lights and colour,
Excited at the tremendous opportunity to gain livelihood,
Learnt to drive the Auto,
Dreaming Riches of tomorrow!
Built around him a big gang of friends,
Learnt from them the art of robbing wealth and livelihood
Of innocent, gullible poor,
Learnt tecniques of fraud, cheating and extortion,
Blinded by the dreams of gaining the booty overnigh,
Dreaming the Riches of tomorrow!
Jumped up and down dreaming the booty,
Ate, drank, boozed and danced
In intoxication of dreams,
Of the Riches of tomorrow,
Blinded by the dreams of gaining the booty fast,
Dreaming the Riches of tomorrow!
With the ambitions abound
To amass a huge wealth and booty in future,
Learns to gamble,to capture the windfall ,
Starts to bid on hors ,satta and what not,
Days and years roll across the ocean of time,
Dreaming remained a Dream!
Looks at this city life with regret and dismay,
Day wakes him up early morning, mill of life awaits in a bunch,
Runs fast the lane to earn todays’ bread,
Driving the auto till late night earning the days’ bread
Returns home with a long sigh of hot breath,
Still dreaming the Riches of tomorrow!
Falls a prey to vices he sticks to
Takes loans to run life and continue with vices
Takes more loans to repay the past loans
Allows painful whip of compound interest
Grow by the hour and day into a monster tree,
Still dreaming the Riches of tomorrow!
Toils till the end of life,
Falls in the whirlpool of addiction to vices
Throws wife and children to streets
Reaches home intoxicated at night,
Senseless, cries and shouts sky racketing,
Still dreams the Riches of tomorrow!
Regrets seeing his life like this,
Looked perplexed our muted guy from the village
This life of his could neither be swallowed nor could be eschewed,
Becomes unwanted by his village that side,
Life became hell under the burden of debts this side
Nowhere to hide, why he dreamt Riches of tomorrow!
Tired became a dead wood, Sobbed with remorse,
Family agony became an ugly monsterunbearable,
He breathed his last unable to bear them,
A big Lie, it became the dream of sorrow
Wonder why dreamt the Riches of tomorrow!
Unattainable became our Ranga’s dream,
Villagers come in search of lucrative jobs,
Wonder the beauty of the bright light and glitter ,
Fall prey to city’s alluring false looks,
Learn to work and toil as daily paid labour,
Day dream the Riches of tomorrow!
But why, why do they fall prey to the glitterati?
Oh God ! guide the gullibles to light that’s real,
The life they deserve, innocent as they are,
Clear their ignorance, guide them find their real worth,
Not merely dream the Riches of tomarrow!
Realistic Fiction
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