“Should we let her play”

“should we let her play” they ask

in front of her, ignoring her

she stand still, not making a noise

maybe it’s embarrassment or maybe her poise

maybe she’s speechless, maybe it’s a choice

maybe you say this isn’t bullying

She wasn’t hurt, it was just friendly leg pulling

And maybe you’re right because she didn’t bleed

she just flees

the scene and cries and cries for someone else’s misdeed

tries to rationalise it, to put her mind at ease

but it’s not that uncomplicated

to just accept that you’re hated

to just accept that our world is dark place

where you don’t feel at any place

where despite everything you’re always a disgrace

where fear makes you feel you feel you have no breathing space

where you always feel so out of place

It’s so anti-climatic

in a world full of tragedies and uncertainties

there are stories of young children ready to bully others till end of eternity

when really children should be rooting for children

people should be rooting for other people

instead of tearing others down

we all should be building up one another

and only then can our world be full of colour.