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...
A good morning read :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Prateek for your constant support. :)
DeleteThat's so sweet. :)
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get this optimism from?:-)
ReplyDeleteFrom all the nice people around me. :)
DeleteRainbows are beautiful. .
ReplyDeleteYes! :)
DeleteI like this attitude. Turning negative into positive.. Nicely written, Saru
ReplyDeleteThanks Ranjana :)
DeleteWhat a lovely read. I like the way you have put in so many emotions in so few words :).
ReplyDeleteHumbled, thanks Aseem :)
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