"GRAY"

They bribed the lords for a piece of heart

Which they could call their very own

Lord granted their wish with a price tag

And said one day they will be disowned

They nourished and protected their piece of heart

With love they prepared it to fight against fears

Now disowned they live in another home

No one to lend them a patient ear

Plastic smiles on the wrinkled faces

With countless questions in their eyes

Half dead or half alive?

Lean bodies in colorless dyes…

The eclipsed lives wait patiently

For the death god to free their burdened souls

They try to laugh with unbearable pain

Virtues of children, their lips extol

To the rest it seems a worthless bargain

As when they die,the dooms day befall

Abandoned they are burnt in the woods

Their “piece of heart” don’t hear their call

~~payal~~