Baikuntha R. Acharya
I remember the victim child; that’s me
No pedestal
No crown
Only the scarcities, miseries surrounding me
I remember the neighbor’s child
Pampered, wearing the crown
Standing on the pedestal
A symbol of grandiosity!
The life taught me
To struggle in every front
To work alone
To survive alone
With all the life’s zig zags
With all the twists and turns
We, the two old neighbors
Live in nearby harbors
Full of arrogance with dark traits
Trying to command and control mates
My neighbor lives in island of fantasy
A person liked or loved by nobody
A former victim child; that’s me
With no command-and-control key
Wear a crown of kindness and compassion
Enjoy the life as a wonderful celebration
