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Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Ticket

“Mommy, how people beating up each other to death sorts the problem? They say something abusive, they push them back as reply, they punch in face, and they punch in face even harder, they bleed. It is just situation and that is why it happens. Imagine, if same two guys who were beating up each other met at a bar –they would have shared drinks, danced and became friends may be. I don’t understand how much it takes to understand to humankind –there is nothing worth a fight. It’s scary and aching to see people getting into a fight, bleeding and broken. I know one thing; people are not bad at heart. They feel pain and all other emotions. They’re just carried away with situations; they don’t know when to stop. They don’t know when it is too much. They don’t want to listen, don’t want to understand and don’t want to think sometimes –they are out of control. It means a lot in man’s world to sort out things by beating up, teaching a lesson and scaring people, not all –as exceptions are always there. But, how about talking and winning by words? How about correcting and helping each other correct the mistakes? We all are flawed, some are exposed and some are hidden deep. Whenever I see a child I smile; I believe a child shouldn't be scared to grow up. A child shouldn't be scared to know that grownups fight with real guns and they bleed like Caesar’s statue in Calpurnia’s dream when all the Romans bathed their hands in the fountain of Caesar’s blood. I wish grownups fight with toy guns and never bleed in fight. I wish grownups find partners in their enemies they could play with and tease them sticking tongue out. I wish somethings from the childhood didn't change and I wish for a ticket to that world where people cry of laughter than bleeding of fights.”

Thinking of that day now;
things were bright in Sunlight,
it was a Monday morning;
world was turning into black and white.

Crossing the road back home;
clueless of what’s gonna happen,
I remember that scary fight;
and my friends were bleeding.

I was scared like a child hidden in curtain;
dressed in blue but all I can see was red,
I wished for the ticket to better world;
my friends fought and bled.

Remember two fingers turned into pistol,
toy bullet and that toy gun?
fake chasing and shooting;
we run and run and run.

Hush little baby;
this world is a scary place,
don’t grow up honey it’s a trap;
run to mommy and embrace.

Big people fight in blood;
depart and push the daisies,
I wished for the ticket to better world;
I was going down on my knees.

© Shreya

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P.P.S. Inspired by a true story.