"Taking birth from your mother's lap, to your first clap and being slaped, enjoying your childhood was left somewhere, inside this cruel whole or may be cruel you... The value of those 1 Rs will never come back, Now by mobile phones your sleep is hacked, Doing unnecessary dramas for seek of toys, Today you even don't understand your inner voice.... Those were the days of your stubbornness and happiness, but now how will you get out of your self made mess, That time your parents happiness is all you need, Time changes so you are as making money is your only dead...... You grow in your ancestors supervision, but now you even lost your good vision, Counting stars on your hand was your only dream, Your voice nowadays only comes out as scream. Seeing the whole world was a universal dream or thought, But today leaving your comfortable zone makes your blood clot, Even darkness questions me how the light looks, When will you question yourself your worth? —Radhika"