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The First Glimpse of the Real World

Three little children lived in the longing of the outside world,
A world they hadnโ€™t ever entered, but of which they had heard.
Beautiful images of the trees and flowers they had seen,
The pleasure of touching them is what they wanted to feel.

They had been confined within their homeโ€™s four walls,
They had neither seen the spring, nor the fall.
Their parents wouldnโ€™t let them out; the windows were sealed, curtains were hung,
They had one excuse to give: Dears, you are just too young.

They had no visitors and they visited none,                                              
All they wished was to go out in the sun.
They lived with their family yet they felt alone,
They had a lot of things, but no televisions and not even phones.

They would dream of the vast oceans and seas,
Of basking under the sun and breathing in the warm breeze.
They would fantasize about evenings spent playing on slides and swings,
While looking at the sky and pointing out the beautiful birds flapping their wings.

“You would be let out at the age of 18,” their parents then promised,
This news got them excited but the long wait brought them sadness.
So one day, they found a way to open one of the windows, a window that opened wide.
That was the day those three children got the first glimpse of the world outside.

Their smiles vanished, their breath got caught and their eyes got wide,
They were indeed seeing the world in a whole new light.
They clutched tightly on the windowsill for support,
As what they saw shocked them to the core.

As far as their little eyes could see,
Buildings stretched in a never-endless sea.
Taller they seemed than the tallest skyscraper, with their tops obscured,
By the thick brown smoke that hung in the air, the air that didnโ€™t look colorless anymore!

The few trees that they could see seemed to be on the verge of death,
With hardly any leaves, bent too low as if they had no survival strength.
The few people they could glance at looked like astronauts in space,
So protectively dressed, so not walking, but traveling, somehow, in the haze.

All of this the children witnessed in a second,
For the smoke in the air caught in their throats and they shut the window, coughing.
The reality of the world seemed to slap them in the face,
Little did they know, that 13 years ago, World War 5 had taken place!


This poem was my way of portraying what I think the world would look like 200 years from now. It would be so utterly destroyed that children would have to be shut in their homes. The air would be so polluted that people would have to wear heavy suits before leaving their homes. It wasn’t beauty that these little children had been kept away from, it was chaos!

What are your thoughts on this? Did you like my post? What do you think the world would look like 200 years from now. Let me know in the comments.

That’s it. Thanks for reading. Stay safe. Ciao!!


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16 thoughts on “The First Glimpse of the Real World

    1. Thank you so much!! Your comment seriously made my day. ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—๐Ÿค—
      Yeah, even I hope that the world is better than this but we, ourselves, are ruining it.
      Thanks for reading!!

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