It’s odd
How some people are favoured
How they get to their goals
With just little struggle and average potential
Why? Just because of good luck.
It’s injustice
Why others have to endure?
Sacrifice a lot, struggle a lot
Even after high potential, to achieve their goals
Just because their luck doesn’t shines so often
No wonder why
Injustice and luck go hand in hand
-Madhurima Mondal
I don’t like the me now
Is it weird? Or is it a part of growing up?
I think I was happy before
When I knew less about the world
I was more spontaneous
Was more reckless
More innocent
I think I’ve changed now
Well nobody can avoid changing
But I learned about this world
Too much, too harsh
I think they made me grow up
Never intended to but I matured
Without even realising I became selfish
And too ignorant
I think I blame myself
And not the world for what I’ve become
I let the world change me
I gave in without a good fight
Now I think I’ve lost the desire
The fire
The passion
That was once within me
-Madhurima Mondal
Sometimes I wonder
Why wealth is distributed so unevenly
Why the world is always competing
Why the finish line is always the same
But starting line is not.
Then I came to conclusion
Probably that’s the way of the God to maintain the UNIQUENESS
-Madhurima Mondal
Words of Panda 