🌠 I Wish

I wish.

I wish I had the power with words

That could twist through you like a fork

Bring you great agony

Cause you to stir a mutiny

Against every wrong in the world

About how people everyday suffer.

Because they have no food,

No clothes, no house, no job.

But that power isn’t mine,

I really wish it was.

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I wish

I wish I could make you understand

That the joy you see,

Is a mirage, a fake mirror

Built around to protect you

But through those cracks you’ll see,

How people truly suffer.

They plaster on that old fake smile

But really they are breaking inside

Cracking to pieces

Under the weight of the world

Carrying all their burdens

Upon their shoulders

But that power isn’t mine,

I really wish it was.

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I wish

I wish I could open up your eyes

To view Mother Nature as she dies

Like the cancer that creeps up your veins

Eradicating, killing, everything in its way

Humans accompanied by their lies

Are doing nothing for their lives

They fail to hear nature’s waning cries

But that power isn’t mine

I really wish it was.

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I wish

I wish I was able to guide you right,

Away from the world and its fake guise

Out of the veil into reality,

Where people have no health and no money

Where their wills are slowly cracking,

Lives are slowly blackening;

To get you to help them in any way possible

Stop the world from dying

At a rate abnormal.

Do everything you could,

Want to make them feel understood

End the problems of the world,

Take out the lemon from the hurt

But that power isn’t mine

I really wish it was.

~
ARSHIA VORA

Runner up at the National Poetry Competition conducted by Robinage (BrightSparks). Appeared in the Robinage newspaper published in June.