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...
Beautiful! Live smart, keep away from BigHeads :)
ReplyDeleteTrue that! :)
Deleteoh no .. how big was it .. Hope it made the fallen person realise its time to move on ..
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Hahaha... Hope so too.
DeleteHaven't found anyone as yet without Ego!
ReplyDeleteI have to agree with you on this one.
DeletePassionate. The dichotomy of love nicely expressed:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Vishal.
DeleteImpressive words
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Deletelove ur style. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks and welcome back :)
DeleteAha! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely! Ignore the big heads :)
ReplyDeleteYes! :)
DeleteSo true!
ReplyDeleteYou certainly have a way with words Saru. I sometimes don't know what to say I am so spellbound. Have you published anything?
ReplyDeleteTruly honored. Yes, I have, an anthology - Rousing Cadence.
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