Another brick in the wall…

  Another brick in the wall
   That’s how we all begin 
  Equal opportunities for us all 
 Nothing to lose everything to win. 

  Heights of glory to scale,
 Mountains to reach out to,
 Glory and fame to attain,
 There is nothing we cannot do.

 But what we make of what we have,
 Is quite another story.
 This is where the harsh truth lies,
 As we make our own glory. 

Some bricks lay ensconced in moss, 
Secure and safe, unadventurous.
 While others brave rain and shine
 And grow stronger in the process.

 Whether you face the sun or not,
 Whether or not you are bold.
 Your fate, in the end, is yours to choose
 Yours to shape and mould.

  Whatever happened to rhyme ?

  Oh we old-fashioned ones lament,
 The distortion of poetry with time..
 We beg, we plead, we beseech, we ask…
 Oh! Whatever happened to rhyme?

 Ungrammatical prose, mutilated sentences,
 “artsy”, is what they say..
 dangling participles and split infinitives,
 oh whats wrong with poetry today?

 Gloomy swirls of words, stark depressing tones, 
Naked hatred of all mankind…..
 Oh what has happened to laughter, to lilts and happiness,
 What has happened to good ol’fashioned smiles? 

The gloomier, the better,
 Realism is the word, I believe
 Depress yourself and depress others
 That’s all modern poets achieve!

 Whatever happened to a touch of love,
 A stylish glimmer of ardor?
 Where is the smile, the sparkle, the light,
 That made poetry allure?

 For all this charm to return and revive,
 May take indeed a while,
 But it will, and how! Because after all,
 A poem’s written to make you smile!

  Shruthi Jayaram
      I Economics