Online "Lekha Jhoka"

Hey guys, this is soumyadip a.k.a Momo... as we all know we are still students but we are all eX students... This blog is like the online "Lekha Jhoka" to me. I submitted one of my poems when i was in 12th grade for this year's edition of Lekha Jhoka, which are to be published later this year, and most of us wont get this year's edition of "Lekha Jhoka" so i thought why don't i post the poem i submitted here on the online magazine for x students. and i also request my fellow x students to contribute their literature here, the purpose of this blog is not only sharing nostalgic memories. The blog was made with the concept of creating a Lekha Jhokha for ex students...so here goes, the poem that i wrote..

THEY

The earth’s wheels runs oiled with blood and sweat,
Of those who chose not to show regrets.
They are the real heroes, who have been forgotten,
They fight the real battles that life has sort them.
They are not the men in uniform,
They don’t become puppets as a new day dawns,
They are the wisest of them all-
Missing out the march of this retreating world.
They are the real makers of the world;
Yet they are abstained from its riches so called.
They have the strength to turn a master of puppets-
Into a puppet to master; yet they chose not to proceed,
Proceed a road of greed and hunger.
They are born free with a destiny,
A destiny none other than to be free.
This freedom is of no tolerance of the other in captivity,
They are thus just like any other puppet to the captors.
Waiting freely to be captured in tranquility,
But they are the true lovers they cant be captured;
So they bravely face the blade when they are tortured.
They show no pain, they show no fear,
For pain and fear will bring about their tears.
For this endless torture driven by greed,
Bares within it a poisonous seed.
A seed that will grow when their tears fall,
Rust shall the wheels of this forsaken world.