What's a Life Worth

Many people have talked to me about they being only a part of the crowd. Where do they stand in the world? Walk out the door and you see so many like yourself. Every life you see is just as complex - if not more - than yours. We have been taught and we have learned that what is rare is of most value. But Life's not rare. Some lives stand at a few thousand  while others are worth billions. So where do we stand in this scale? Quite a saddening fact. So we change scale.

What's a Life Worth

What's a life worth,
When there are so many living!
Living? Or breathing I must say,
Deluded into false believing.

Yesterday I saw a man die,

Pushed down the overcrowded train,

No man to be accounted for his death,

He had the platform covered in his brains;

Crimson all over when the stampede was clear,

People looked - they stared, no one came near.

A friend of mine had a friend,

Seldom talked - kept to himself,
I read about him in the newspaper,
'Man hangs himself, poisons too found in shelf';
Talk of the man faded away with time,
His name found only in the victims of crime.

They announced a riot,

Over some beaten up bus drivers,

So they burned the city,

People died, indistinguishable humans and curs!

A hundred dead, several injured they said,

But none in their hearts their coffins lay'd.

A young woman walked down the road,

Nights were filled with horrors- little did she know.
Her body found naked the next morning,
No one for her, but a crow crow'd;
She probably aspired to be a doctor,
But her worthless life ended soon after.

So what's a life worth,
When life is just another face in the crowd!
Indifferent to the watcher,
Lost somewhere in noises loud.

Yesterday I saw a man kick a dog,

Went up to him and asked why?
His seniors had kicked him the same,
It was - I quote - his subtle cry;
The dog bit another man as I walked by,
Life vindictive, worthless, in vanity stood high.

Homeless beggars live through their days,

Oblivious to the joy of a home.

Stand lowest in the city chain,

Struggling like dogs for their every grain;

What is such a life worth?

None, yet it only walks forth.

What's a life worth,

What makes you different from the rest?

Keep your eyes open,

You'll see it the day you rise above the rest.

Life is not to be lived by worldly norms,

But norms made by yourself through times.

Life is but a forest of opportunities,

Your choices describe the value, though not in dimes.

Perhaps this is what a life is worth,

A bag-full of choices that you'll make or have made -since birth.