I am used to putting a band-aid on my scars,

Since people forget how they hurt others while reaching forward.

They forget who made them the stairs, which they climb,

And the protector or guide who helped them survive.

They forget the hunger and the pain;

And the sacrifices which others gave for them.

They forget the roof, which was full of holes,

And the floor which was uneven and mudded whole.

They forget their ethnicity and base,

Blinded by the sheer pleasure of indulgence.

They become automated by their own greed,

And run, walk and run again to reach that mislead.

They forget to look back at the injured loved ones.

And how they limp to catch on with the plans.

Yet when the mission is completed,

They finally see the deception;

The unattainable mirage and self imposition.

— Urja Ghosh
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