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 fitting tribute to your Maa. Moms are like that and they have such a flawless heart:)
ReplyDeleteWonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sweet tribute to your maa. Beautifully written and so apt. They take care of us so much that they forget about themselves.
ReplyDeleteTrue. We would be nothing without our Moms :-)
ReplyDeleteWaw... what a great way to write about mother.... the comparison with clock is awesome, sweet, beautiful etc... as I don't remember much adjectives while posting this comment... Apt and perfect write up indeed...
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