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 great description of a broken heart.
ReplyDeleteModern day Cinderella! I see at as an empowerment story !
ReplyDeleteThat's an interesting perspective, Prateek.
DeleteWow...only you can write like this.
ReplyDeleteHumbled, Ranjana :)
DeleteModern. Stark reality.
ReplyDeleteSadly so!
DeleteTouching lines.
ReplyDeleteThough it does denote an altogether different story but it could be a slipper too conventionally..so, throw or not throw is not the question, the question now is slippers or slipper:)
ReplyDeleteLovely! :) and so true.
ReplyDeleteThat is a unique story of a broken heart, Saru:)
ReplyDeleteWords describing the fragility of a broken heart, beautiful!
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