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...
Interesting!! sounds quite yummy :)
ReplyDeleteHehehe... :)
DeleteI had that Sholay scene of Dhano and Basanti eloping for their 'ijjat ke sawaal' playing in the mind while I read these lines only to be informed that here it is 'papi paet ka and chatori jeebh ka sawaal'
ReplyDeletelovely read !
ROFL! You must be a foodie to describe it this way. :)
DeleteHmmm ! Enjoyed reading. My wife has turned me into a foodie but I am a foodie for the food cooked by herself only.
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