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Vandita talks about substance abuse and how it leads to deaths of children, in this poem, exclusively for Different Truths.
Another gloomy day beckons me
To the streets where I once loitered
In gay abandon
Scurrying with a carefree gait.
How reckless and unkempt was I then.
A grim and horrific sight
A steely eyed, hooked nosed rake
Luring a lad to ecstasy
Or so, he claimed.
A white powder that promised him
Good grades, vibrancy, prosperity
And the promises went on…
The boy was duped into a trap
He would never wriggle out from
Until he finally succumbed
To Death’s frozen paws.
Two others were entrapped within minutes
Soon children swarmed in hoards,
Trying to exchange pocket money
For this sweet poison.
Their hands tremulously shrugging
The other customers eyeing their place in the queue.
I could see a bleak future,
I could see Death lurking around,
What a vicious trap it was!
©Vandita Dharni
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