Being Human
Under the roof of winter, Latches of my door open without making a sound. It's cold out there, Someone lost his ground. My soul shivers, Not that I'm cold. Someone from my land, Sleeps under the bridge while dreaming of gold. How can I... tuck myself in the quilt? When the winter storm is blowing, Hopes they have built. I have to get up, Do something... Before I start questioning who am I? And, they start saying...'Humanity dies.' Let's work out something, Take a resolution. Walk across all kinds of bridges, And, just be human... From centuries people are migrating for work or for better opportunities. But, not everyone has a smooth sailing...some live under miserable conditions. Most heart wrenching fact is nobody helps them, not even people from their own countries. I know, everybody is busy chasing the bigger purpose of life. But don't you think we should help people in need? Let's try to be better human being...
So nicely worded, Saru.. Truly the symbolic expression of shallowness in Relationship!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sir.
DeleteSummed up SO well in five lines!
ReplyDeleteThanks Piyu :)
DeleteDeep thought in simple words beautifully presented, Saru.
ReplyDeleteThanks Ravish :)
Delete...no love to weigh it down! What a beautiful thought! Love is indeed a panacea. A very beautiful idea indeed!
ReplyDeleteThanks a bunch, Rakesh :)
DeleteThat's a beautiful simile !!
ReplyDeleteMesmerizing! :)
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DeleteSuperb maam. !!
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DeleteSuperb!!
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DeleteVery nice.
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ReplyDelete.no love to weigh it down! What a beautiful thought . Really beautiful and meaningful lines Saru ji.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteIts awesome Saru! You expressed reality of life so perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Anjali! :)
DeleteHow very beautiful and so true! Loved it:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Sir.
DeleteBeautifully captured in words.
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DeleteWrite a book Saru.....please do....weave a narrative that will melt many, that will leave your readers mesmerized. It is when I read masterpieces like yours, I realize what it means to be a 'writer'....You write on people's hearts. So so beautifully touching.....!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I don't feel like writing and in those times, comments like yours act as a guiding light. Thank you so much, Sunaina.
DeleteVery nice and meaningful.
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DeleteAAhh awesome <3 <3
ReplyDeleteThanks Roma. :)
DeleteWell written
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines, Saru! Love the way it ends!
ReplyDeleteThanks Esha :)
DeleteBeautiful....
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DeleteLovely !
ReplyDeleteThat was so aptly worded
ReplyDeleteThanks Datta
DeleteOne hell of a post. I read many of your writings (through FB). They are very unique. Including this one :)
ReplyDeleteSure, had there been any love left, the bag might have been forgotten in a while.
Glad with your feedback. Many thanks. :)
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