Mirage!

When I was just a child, happiness was so rife
Ignorant of all ill will, basking in myths of life

The days were so bright, future so promising
The antics of young mind so very enchanting!

And as life took new turns, over phases of age
The scenes that I saw, brought disgust and rage

The tender mind each day, turning into a rock
Each new experience, rocking the mind with shock!

Hatred everywhere, greed causing deep agony
Lust dominant, love outdated – way past glory

What childhood had dreamt and young age envisaged
Was not the reality, but an overwhelming mirage!

~Sabiha