in PH 2018 (School Poets) Poets of India International School

Receding Walls

It’s the unfamiliarity, the oblivion That makes us hide behind our walls

It shakes us to the point that

We can’t distinguish the right from wrong

Social animals, we call ourselves

But where does that go, when someone needs help

United we stand and divided we fall

But that doesn’t stop the separatists at all

Distinct cultures and nations all left aside

When it comes to human rights, how many of us do abide

Calls for one another, mean nothing anymore

As the pleas for help all get thrown out the door

Seclusion and solitude are the epitome of bliss

When was it that our world came to this?

Acceptance of diversity isn’t a priority right now

Not when half the world ignores the other half somehow

Humanitarian crises are at the top of the list

And among the things that no one knows exist.

When someone’s embarrassed to ask for help, you know there is a problem

Now it’s up to us to pinpoint and solve them

Whatever we put up to conceal and divide

The rest of the world does too, as it’s got the same things to hide

We’re not quite different, despite our religions and our race

Cause at the end of the day we all have the same problems to face.

I would love to say I’m content with the world as it is

But the truth is that we’ve come to a point where true happiness doesn’t exist

Or rather it doesn’t comply With the fact that all of us are running out of time

Controversies and disagreements are all insecurities in disguise

When myths meet facts, you know they’ll arise

And it’s a punishable offence to say one side is right

Unless the rest of the world agrees with you, then it might be alright

Accusatory you will say I’m being, a pessimist with a big mouth  Discouraging everyone from letting satisfaction be found

All of the things I’ve listed may strike fury indeed

But when will they encourage us to build bridges, and let the walls recede

About The Poet

Waahiba, a student of Grade IX at the ‘The Indian International School’. A returning school poet for the third time to this event in a row, Waahiba is a promising young poetess in the making.

Largely creative, meticulous, intelligent and hardworking are a few words her teachers use to describe her. A polite and well-behaved girl, Waahiba is an extremely sensitive person to the happenings around her. A reflection of the same can be seen in her writings.

She is a voracious reader and her command of language are worth appreciating. A spark of creative genius can be seen in any piece of writing she comes up with.

Ideas are generated effortlessly from Waahiba, which she refines with her creative prowess.