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...
That should be the way. A good one!
ReplyDeleteLovely words, Saru!
ReplyDeleteNicely written.
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ReplyDeleteLovely words Saru ji !! Your short poems says 1000 words !!
ReplyDeleteThe magic of Words, Saru:)
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ReplyDeleteShe's one smart girl...well-written Saru.
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ReplyDeleteHappy Women's day.
Resilience!
ReplyDeleteSomething to admire. :)
awwww - so sad. But I hope she cried when she was alone and not wearing mascara. Nothing like a good cry to get the feelings out of you and then to forget.
ReplyDeleteEveryone - Thanks for reading and your lovely comments ❤
ReplyDeleteGreat one. Liked it.
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